At first Morthos was a little annoyed that Jax was laying on Roxas as she slept instead of him. But after seeing how she slept he was glad that wasn't him. Instead Morthos spent his time on the train reading up on werewolves, he was fairly familiar with most monsters but it could never hurt to refresh his knowledge. Werewolves were weak to silver, so silvered weapons were the best thing to use. They were also quite fearful of fire, [i]how convenient,[/i] Morthos thought to himself. Of course there were other ways to kill them, without silver or fire, brute force was always an option. After all, doesn't matter how strong you are, without a head you're done. [i]Unless you're a hydra I suppose,[/i] Morthos mused as he put his laptop away and just enjoyed the scenery. He could have swore he saw a unicorn, but he thought they'd all gone extinct centuries ago.

Other than the possible unicorn there was nothing too interesting about the ride and it was nice to get some fresh air when they arrived at their destination. The girls went off on their own, Morthos assumed to find them transportation to where they were staying, and Roxas went off to get changed. Morthos grabbed his bag and Jax's, which was clearly a mistake as he nearly threw his back out thinking Jax's bag would be light. "By the nine hells, what does she have in here, rocks?" Morthos took a minute to perform a ritual, Tensor's Floating Disc, so instead of carrying Jax's bag he basically just pushed it around, much easier.

Roxas came up and started a conversation, asking if this was Morthos' first rodeo. "Nah, I've done missions before," he told Roxas, "nothing with a team, just some solo things. Haven't made my way out this way before though," Riverwood seemed like a quaint little town. They were still along the water so the familiar smell of the ocean was still there, but the town wasn't exactly at sea level, making the ocean seem like it was much further away than it was. They guys caught up with the sisters and Jax announced she had arraigned a carriage to take them in to town. "Hopefully that works out okay," Morthos said, "is this like a horse drawn carriage? Because sometimes animals don't take kindly to me. Also, unrelated, what in the holy name of the gods did you pack? Your bag weighs a ton, it was easier for me to do a ritual than carry it."