"I don't know anything!" The woman repeated, this time shouting in her defense. "They just paid me to take them here; to drive the cart. That's all I did; just drove the cart. They hired me before and nothing happened. I just want to go, please! Just take anything you want and let us go!"

Malithus had not yet looked into the wagon at the Bretons, but he was easily able to hear what was happening. While he still had time to do so, he made a wise decision. He ordered Nelise and Rolaan to remain werewolves, and for the rest of his pack to transform as well after packing away their belongings. Then, he transformed himself. He stepped up behind Fendros, though tried to keep himself out of the line of sight of the pair of Bretons. 

"We will probably need to get to the meeting place soon. Maybe we can just take them there? Until they can calm down." Malithus suggested. Although, he had not yet communicated why him and his pack had transformed.