As Freya instantaneously dumped Harol's idea of using a carriage, he almost started defending the thought he had had. However, she did have a point. Even though the villagers might be used to carriages heading towards house Clasz, they would still notice them. And then she raised another valid point: Harol's tattoo did stick out like a sore thumb. "Although I am on no wanted poster as of yet, you are correct that my tattoo does draw attention. I did not have the opportunity to grab my ritual hood with me, but I should...", Harol spoke and reached for the back of his robe. There he pulled out some oddly shaped piece of fabric and placed it on his head.

"They can still see my tattoo from the front, that I cannot help. This rain hood is too large to cover it alone, as it is supposed to protect other headgear if the need arises as well and as we can see, I have none of that other headgear at this moment." Harol then continued clinking onwards, still making sure that Freya could keep up to the speed with her wound. She seemed to have no trouble though, and if Harol did not know they had just participated in a dangerous battle for their lives, he could have bet that Freya was actually rather happy right now. Might be the season, makes everything appear cheerful.

Wearing the hood felt rather odd to be honest. It was for rainy weather, and now the sun blazed with all it's might, although said might was not all that much considering it was not summer yet. Nevertheless, no rain anywhere to be seen, but he still had to wear it. Eh, runners can't be choosers. Harol reached for his waterskin and after a few minutes of trying with one hand and moving simultaneously, he managed to take a sip of water. How much longer would it be until sundown? Would they make it through the village today? They could not stay the night there, that was for sure.