[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Belarence[/b][/color][hr]

Two thick furry cloak, large enough to drape over herself and more, flint, two bottles of alcohol she had squirreled away underneath the floorboards of her home, as well as some supplies for a few days of travel and to find her way should she become lost somewhere. A sharp knife, the tarnished sword, and the greatclub. The remnants of her greatsword lay at rest in her home for now, when she has enough money to make use of the steel for something else. The alcohol... well, she found the alcohol gave her an odd sense of energy whenever she drank them. Her armour, of course, was worn, with the bandages all around her body to hide... her 'discolorations'. 

The rest went as expected, they took some papers, did all the necessary prepwork, and finally got lead to the wagon station, where they were expected to pick out a wagon to haul to the fort. Easy enough, but...

[color=6ecff6]“Not that this is heavy or anything, of course. I can hold this foreverrrrrrr, but daylight’s dying so hurry up and pick one already.”[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Don't overwork yourself, turnip." [/color]Sighing, she picked up the child while Katya still holding onto the sack, and set both her and the sack inside a sturdy looking wagon, or at least, sturdy enough for their purpose. Hanging her backpack onto the side of the wagon, she signaled to everyone else. [color=c4df9b]"Alright, we'll fill this one up. All sacks inside first, before you put your belongings in there, or you can hang it on the sides like I did. Anyone who slacks off can expect both their legs broken, before being thrown in the dumps like the trash they are."[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"You,"[/color] Ettamri pointed to the mage. [color=c4df9b]"Make sure we have enough loaded. Oversee the loading. I'll pick out the horses."[/color]