[color=8dc73f][h2]Baulder[/h2][/color]

[i]Before departure[/i]

Baulder was not particularly annoyed by the fact that Annabeth and Helena were leaving after only having been there for such a short time. He really only cared if E'nasha stuck around anyways. But then just like that she and El'kan both left to. Once again Baulder was left by himself at the table, like he had been not too long before. Baulder took his right index finger claw and dug it into the palm of his hand until it drew blood. For a second he thought his blood was actually black but he very quickly remembered and saw that it wasn't. Baulder then ran his hand through his slowly lengthening hair. He had found that letting it grow out was entertaining to say the least. It wasn't even touching his ears yet but it had been odd going from his usual to skin cut to this. The interesting thing he had noticed was that his hair didn't grow over the tips of the hand shaped scar he had. This left two differently length patches of no hair on the top of his forehead. He ran his right hand through his hair and let the small amount of blood that had pooled in his palm act as a bit of a a slicking agent. He then got up and went to find his shovel.

[i]Later[/i]
During the meeting Uicle had prepared Baulder ended up being silent, simply watching the suit walk around the room and gesticulate about the mission. The only real words that Baulder got out of most of the briefing were "don't touch things", "don't get involved", and "it's hot". Had Baulder known what Uicle had meant by that last statement he may not have agreed to actually come on the mission. While Baulder had consulted E'nasha briefly before going and gathering his things he couldn't think of any clothes that would help him here other than the lack thereof. He was picking at his white cotton shirt most of the day they were traveling in the carriage. Even his leather trousers were feeling like they were just confining him. Baulder was just glad he hadn't actually put any of his armor on today, as he surely would have taken it off by now. 

The ride through the towns had atleast been entertaining for Baulder. He was particularly amused by a skeleton that was in tatters on the ground under a tree where it looked as if it had once belonged in a noose. The skeleton had what looked like it's foot shoved in between it's jaw bone and it's skull. Other than the occasional months old mutilation Baulder had been mostly bored as E'nasha hesitated to bring him too far from the wagon. He was wondering why that was to, it's not like he didn't keep himself armed. Surely there wasn't sand bears or something.....right?

The capital was much more interesting however. The smell of burning flesh and rotting bodies mixed with excrement reminded him of the farm.  Baulder was able to keep himself entertained simply looking around at the ridiculous things occurring around him. He found the whipping posts to be of a special treat. Some prisoner or citizen or whatever these people were had their arms wrapped around some post while a man in robes hit them with a whip. Several of the people they passed had the skin flayed from their backs due to the extreme whipping. He was beginning to wonder what exactly Uicle had found so awful about this place. It really was quite funny.

When the carriage stopped and they were greated by another man in robes Baulder listened intently to his stomach. He felt a deep rumble and the words "food" and "market" said by the oddly dressed man. "[color=8dc73f]Yes food! I've been hungry for a bit of time now, that would be wonderful![/color]" Baulder said with enthusiasm.