Another sorceress, of course. Traben shrugged internally, now understanding why the wolves weren't busy sniffing around the wagon or trying to join him in it. A mistrust for Assallya formed from this simple fact, but he didn't let it reach his expression or emotion. Arcane magic could come in handy if things got nasty again. Putting his remaining supplies back in his bag, he leaned back enough to fill the space he had left to work with his hands.

"Let's be off then. The sooner we're there the sooner you get healed up and we all get a decent bed," he said, though he'd rather sleep out under a tree with his wolves than any bed. Any bed with him alone, that is. Just because he was supposed to be a high-and-mighty elf didn't mean he couldn't take his pleasure where he found it, and many other elves had told him that he lived like someone with far fewer years left to him than he had.