"Indeed I did, Fraulien," he said to her as he stepped on board. He had on new traveling boots and dark brown, baggy breeches, but had waited to change into his other clothes below decks, following Camilla downward into their small room. He hauled the pack off his back, and set it down. It must have weighed nearly as much as Camilla, but he had placed it down as if putting down his tankard. 

"Hey, you're the one with the crown," he joked lightly, winking at her. His spirits had lifted quite a bit since their recent surplus of funds, and the exiliration that they had so far survived both the authorities, and monsters from the deep of the world. It gave a man confidence, or at least a better appreciation at life. "No trouble. Once or twice I nearly ran into guardsmen. Not that they would be looking for us yet, but it pays to stay under their radar." 

He opened the pack, and then stripped off his ripped shirt. The cloth fell off to the side, revealing hard muscle and far too many scars for someone his age. He fished his hand in the bag, producing a new linen shirt, following by a handsome vest, along with a green cape with tan and red hemlines that gave him the look of a forester noble once he donned it. He placed on himself his old chainmail, just below his vest. He'd buy more expensive armor when they were further south. 

"Also, saw this in the market. Thought you could use a treat," he told her, handing her a bottle of old Tilean wine. He himself had bought some hearty, Ostland ale. "I've got some food too. Cheese, salted beef, honey and bread if we need it...Taal willing we move quickly. Middenlanders need all of the Mercenaries they can get I hear. The Drakwald is full of beasts." 

He drew himself up, and strapped on his broadsword. He'd keep his ornate bastard sword below decks. Shouldn't draw too much suspicion or wonder at the moment. He gave her the almost grim nod of a comrade. He'd been surprised when she had decided to stick together with him. Though honestly, her spirited personality clashed with his gruff views perfectly. They soon felt the barge shift from beneath them.
[@Penny]