Jamlamin sat on the wagon next to the king the constant bouncing and rumbling was offset by the occasional rock or bump in the road, although he didn't see why he had to pay the villager for the cart when they could of just taken it, but that was the thief talking to him the personality he had let rule his life for a long time his other personality the one that agreed with the lessons his foster mother and father taught him, had hope that maybe it could come back again, [i] "Maybe that stupid elf girl and the king are getting to me." [/i] He thought but nevertheless he quickly found something to break the silence with.

"Why are you looking for people like, me and Robyn now?" He asked Rilden saying that girls name felt weird but he knew he was going to be working with these people pretty closely so he should be calling them by their names instead of elf girl, the king, and red haired girl, but that bloody centaur will always be "Half-Man" to him he did not like him and he didn't like Jamlamin which was understandable he had been eavesdropping, but that centaur had all the civility and tact of a drunken orc. But that didn't matter much now as they were trying to escape and he should keep his thoughts on the mission and getting the king out alive.