When it comes to finding work, Cayden hadn't ever had the luxury of it. He had also certainly never been a guard. He'd picked some things up, though, over the course of his life, and, well, now it was going to pay off. Hopefully.

The halfling glanced up at the dragonborn he had seated himself next to. Thorin was his name? Whatever his name was, the dragonborn was tall. Frighteningly so. And Cayden had no idea on how to react to him. Instead, he just shrank away, hiding himself in the shadows of the carriage.
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Despite being in close quarters with the others, you have managed to shrink away into a nook of darkness you have found and both Torinn and Carron may well have forgotten all about your presence since the start of the journey, so long as you sit still and quiet...[/hider]

As the rain began to pour down, Cayden lifted his hood, and then reached beneath the collar of his shirt to grasp at his amulet. A simple iron pendant, a shield with a cornucopia etched into its surface. A familiar warmth radiated from Yondalla's emblem, and he took a deep breath in. Before he let go, however, something small nipped at his knuckles. Cayden let out a small, quiet laugh, before nuzzling the mouse's head with his thumb.

"You'll get your food soon, Pepper, don't worry."