[h2][center]Nickolas Rienbach - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard[/center][/h2]

Nickolas had just finished taking his last armful of papers to the cart(Nodding agreeably to the massive tactician and his load as he passed by) when he heard the young girl's squeak and the dull thud of his tome impacting the ground. He rapidly snatched up the sickly sweet-smelling Flux tome as he turned around, making his energetic way over to the fallen grimiore and the stuttering girl. He listened with a neutral smile, nodding in understanding at her plight. 

"Ah, alright, little miss. I'll just pack it right up." He picked up the tome, dusting it off and placing it next to the mount of papers that made up his contribution to the organized disaster that was the back of the convoy. He returned back to the corner moments later to retrieve the hulking lumpy pack, and hauled it onto his back. He tucked the Flux tome under his arm as he grunted at the sudden change in weight nearly overbalanced him. Slightly panting, he straightened up and proffered his hand toward the cart. "I take it that you're already packed, little miss?"