John froze as Adrian walked off towards Soah, and apparently joined the man. They marched off, away from them. That boy's convictions were stronger than theirs, that's for sure. In a morbid way, it put his mind at ease: everyone was getting what they wanted. He couldn't smile at that, he still felt the same as when he'd agreed with Adrian. I'm not here to choose between fair and right, he decided and looked down. The werewolf frightened him anyway. Fair was everyone walking away alive, where they walked and what to was something outside of his reach. There he stood, letting a young man walk away with a monster because there was a free ride in it for him. His gaze traveled up, weakly, almost reluctant to set upon the two figures marching away when he noticed Crom again. The wounded man, that was right. They had to get him to a doctor before he was bled dry, and two people walking into the wild wasn't his concern when he had a life to save, right? He swallowed and looked up at Griff and Crom. "I'm going with Crom to get him help." He looked around, noticing all at once at how empty the surroundings seemed now. "Are you coming along, Griff?" He honestly didn't know who had a reason to stay for what anymore. He did know that he liked the idea of having someone else who was armed aboard the cart, even if it was immeasurably safer than traveling on foot by itself. Behind him, the cart driver watched Adrian leave for a moment, before performing another check up and down the road. There were a few other roadgoers in sight from here, all black dots in the distance, most working towards one mountain pass or the other.