Smiling at Ereshk, Barst stepped up to the bags, grabbing a few in his hands. Walking over to his pegasus, he placed some of the grocery bags in the saddlebagsattached to his mount's saddle. Making sure they were secure on each side of his partner, Barst turned back to the mage. "I'd rather not fly these back. Between the pair of us and the groceries, we might tire the poor guy out a bit too much." Jerking his head to his pegasus, he grabbed some more bags and nodded at the few that remained. "But I think the walk isn't too bad. And now that you aren't weighed down by half the camp's meals, you'll probably have an easier time of things." Shrugging, he turned around and started off on his way back to camp. 

After a moment, he paused for a moment, looking at his fellow mercenary. "I'm not sure if we've ever been properly introduced. Name's Barst. Barst Palatine. I'm a mounted archer. How's the whole mercenary thing treating you? I'm kinda used to the work, being a former Caldegian knight, but once that war broke out...well, that ended kinda quick. Found myself down in Belinni before I knew it, signing up with whoever I could. Just didn't want to sit around I guess..."