A small voice trills up from behind 'Sult', “Black ravens are ugly. It should be pink!” it said (more yelled really) before a sudden thump landed against 'Sult's buttocks, demanding attention. A platinum haired child had planted her arms firmly around 'Sult's hips, her chin resting on the small of the older woman's back as she stared up. “Hi miss Knight!” Gwyndoline chirps in greeting, voice nearly cracking with eagerness. “Daddy said I could play er...walk with you if I didn't bother anything, can I? Pleassseeee” She begs, bouncing slightly up and down as best she could without relinquishing her grip on the woman.  A few carts forward, a blonde man leans out from a carriage, interrupting the doubtlessly thrilling conversation Gill and the elderly grouch who drove them, throwing her an apologetic look of defeat. A choir of greetings echo off of Salz as the children greeted their friend from their positions on 'the mountain lady'. 

More rocks began to peek through the sod as they moved, heading towards yet another crack in the rock, the last two hundred meter barrier before the caravan hit smooth road to Nev. Gill resignedly sighed as the Priest peeked out from behind Gambl, waving back into the crowd. Conversation wasn't going anywhere anyway. He shifted in his saddle, moving a pauldron. The air felt strangely thin to him and his arm was bedeviled by some strange vague numbness for the past hour. He'd chalked it up to riding too long. 

“Any signs of trouble?” A soft male voice asks from the carriage, Margold peeking out once again, raising his voice slightly so Belwiss or the captain (not too far from them), would hear. “...aside from whatever my daughter might be causing...” He adds with an embarrassed laugh. The man seemed preternaturally young to be a father in Gill's mind, but good breeding could explain that away. Or divine favor. With clergy it was sort of hard to tell. 

“Not since the last hour you asked...” Gill mumbles to himself, adjusting the pauldron again. The man seemed to be a perpetual worrier, and one long since accustomed to his previously sedentary lifestyle (if the slight punch he was starting to show spoke true.) Despite his prayers to Mayon, he doubted this would even be the last time such an inquiry would be made by the man.