As Harol listened to Freya expressing her discontent in the need to tear her shirt, Harol couldn't help but react to the fact she mentioned needing to steal lots to afford anything of such quality. Stealing was wrong, that was what Harol had always been taught, and even in desperate times he seemed to keep his values. At least he had the common sense not to start lecturing about the subject to Freya. She lived in a different realm, a realm Harol had just been forced into. A realm that knew no rigid rules. Anything goes, as long as the times are bad enough. It was hard for him to understand the concept of needing to steal, being from a wealthy and powerful family... but he would learn soon. Hopefully not, but it was extremely likely.

"How many more assassins you ask? Who knows? It depends on them entirely, but I believe after this... failure of theirs, they will use much more force and give us much less time to react. They'll want the job done. If fortune cares to favour us any more than it already has though, we will be able to make it to House Clasz before they gather the manpower for such a move. We will see", was all he could really say. The latter part was true though. If they wanted to gather the manpower, they would have to ambush them well before they made it to the grounds of House Clasz. Their oracles keep a close eye on their premises, and nobody will ambush anyone there without their discretion. Given the fact houses Arkdal and Clasz were really close to each other, they would never let the assassins settle there.

"We will have to look for a place for a night's sleep, but that unfortunately has to wait for the dark and we can only sleep for a moment with one eye open. I'm sure you understand the need to sleep though, we still have quite a stretch of road left to traverse." Harol's footsteps were accompanied with the usual clinking of his staff as he made his way forward. He would need to figure out a place for them to stay. Oh if they only had a carriage and could make it to the destination before the dark... Well, wishful thinking.

"It makes this infinitely more difficult that we have to move on foot. A carriage like what I used to travel on when my family was still very alive brought us there much faster than the times when we walked to keep our minds from gathering dust. I enjoyed those walks, but now I'd give anything for a carriage... not that any sane merchant would take anything of mine. They won't sell, and if they do the buyer is so weird they'll avoid making the transaction not to get in trouble... anyway, I'm rambling. Pardon me", Harol spoke whatever came to his mind to keep a connection to Freya that walked behind him. after all, it'd be easier for her to ask Harol to slow down if she had no need to break the silence first.