The farmer guffawed, looking at the noblewoman's hand bejeweled by a fancy looking ring "[color=a2d39c]Cor, yer ave'n a gaff at me right?[/color]" Berrin looked the woman in the face with a furrowed brow beneath the brim of his straw hat "[color=a2d39c]Yer a bloody fish-baroness?[/color]" it was right ridiculous, Yartar wasn't a particularly interesting place. Smelt like the inards of a fish and looked depressing most of the time.

Berrin just chuckled to himself, ignoring the hand to pat his trusty mule's flank before climbing back into the wagon. Hands white as they grasped the reigns he peered back to his guard "[color=a2d39c]Oi you lot, no sense in stayin' get yer arses movin.[/color]" to which the stoic mercenary in the farmer's employ nodded motioning to Zelana to follow "[color=808080]You,[/color]" Gray pointed at the noblewoman "[color=808080]In the wagon, baby-sitting you isn't my job.[/color]" grabbing her by the wrist he not-so-gently moved her towards the wagon "[color=808080]Get in.[/color]" he said as more a demand than a request.