With permission, Elann zipped off to do her duty. The caravan still had plenty of meat for the remaining days and if she had anything to do with it, she was going to show the cook how to at least cook his spices into the meal so it tasted better.

After the meal was done cooking and everything smelled nice, the bell rang. People queued up and Elann took her own plate and her husband's the wagon. It was a type of stew, but tasted significantly better than previous stews he had made. With the collaboration of the two it turned into a tasty meal.

Elann then gathered a piece of bread for the road in wherever they were going, but one thing did surprise her, her husband wearing clothes.

"Oh...you look gooood," she would say, fawning over him a moment before moving to finish her own meal. Like always, she would eat slowly and silently, and when she had had her fill, Noah would receive the rest of her food.

As time drew on, people would start to go to bed once the evening meal hit them, but some stayed up drinking ale and laughing, as for some reason the end of their journey lifted the spirits of some who had not lost anyone. Eventually they too would either pass out near the fire or would head to bed. Then their time would come. At that time, Elann would have changed into her winter furs and put on her thick travel cloak, then donned her bow and arrows unless he otherwise instructed her not to. She also would bring the dagger she gave him, handing it to him just in case.