Al leaned into the cart as Serpica loaded up her worldly possessions, going over his own meager belongings. The boots they shared for food would stave off hunger, but he had no rations besides that, unless you counted... that.

Of course, his horse would be a good supply of meat, but Al couldn't bring himself to eat the stallion. Besides, what else would haul the gold once he killed that Wraith? At this rate, they'd have to either eat wild game or sell off a few of his own possessions to scrape by; most were packed into a small crate.

Al's eyes perked up as a handful of items were placed into the cart, and a tail coiled around him "It's getting pretty chilly out." he smiled, ruffling the girl's hair.
"Actually... here. You need this more than me." he said, taking off his longcoat, placing it on her shoulders. The heavy leather draped over her shoulders and she could barely get her hands out of the rolled up sleeves, but it was sturdy and insulated. Moreover, it was real clothes and not a sack.