[b]Loenn[/b]
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John had taken the opportunity of being left alone to catch up on resupplying, chiefly his lost scarf. It was easy to find a cheap bolt of cloth that matched the original, within the small amount of money he carried on his person and with plenty left over to make Crom's payment. He wondered, briefly, if the man even remembered. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to forget. After his business in the marketplace was concluded, he went back to wait by the fort for Griff's return. It was a blessing to be free of the market, the place was too loud to be with his own thoughts in and while the bustle around the fort wasn't much better he could at least hear himself think. The guards seemed to be minding their own business as well. As time dragged on, it became apparent that Griff seemed to have disappeared. Thinking that perhaps they were being recalled one by one to the caravan, he decided to make his own way back towards the tavern that the cart had stopped by. It seemed to him he'd be waiting out the night with their gracious hosts.

[b]Lieda [/b]
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Maria plucked her jacket off of the coach, throwing it over her shoulder despite what miniscule drying time it had had on the couch. In the dim light of the fire, it was a bit harder to appreciate the man's features but she still took a moment to study the face lifelessly smiling at her. No matter what she heard or did, it would never feel right simply entrusting a scout company, even her own, to the man she saw. That distrust was wasteful, a result of impassioned protectiveness for her comrades in arms, and a small part of her kept raising that point in her mind. She could trust Cross in the same capacity she trusted herself, as a killer. Or perhaps it was just wrong to base an estimation of a man off of only his reputation. For an instant, she wanted to know more, but Milo had already had spent a deal of time with the man and he hadn't seemed visibly upset. Only driven to drink. Besides, there were a few more notes rolled up in her pocket. Maria shook her head slowly. "I'm finished. If you have any questions, I have some things to deliver before I leave, I'll take them after," she said, nodding a slight goodbye and turning away. A few brisk steps, and she went up the inn's stairs. Only one of the few rooms had been closed, and if she was wrong there were only a few others to guess. She approached the door she figured for Milo's, and gently knocked at the door. Her frown deepened. Making stops around town to say goodbye was one thing but making direct room calls hadn't been her intention. Thankfully, the only officer to know would be leaving and her XO wasn't here to chide about it.