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So, Lilann wasn’t showing her cards yet either. But Cerric’s response, still confusing for its utter lack of the spine-chilling fear Kyreth thought the topic warranted, was cut off when the last member of their merry band showed up, panting and wheezing. Kyreth cringed as he watched Eila get chewed out; it was uncomfortable enough to see Eila in such a state of disorder, but Cerric’s dressing-down was a good warning to them all of the consequences of screwing up. Looking between the scene and Lilann, Kyreth was glad he, at least, wasn’t personally responsible for the success of the escort mission - but on the other hand, it could be argued that his own responsibilities were much greater. If [i]he[/i] screwed up, the consequences would be a lot more dire than a failed contract and a discount… 

Suppressing a shudder, Kyreth turned away from the display, looking to Lilann. [color=8E939E]“One hell of a poker face, huh?”[/color] he commented under his breath, gesturing to Cerric as he climbed the wagon. Quietly, the faintest hint of trepidation tinted his voice. [color=8E939E]“Do you think he really doesn’t know? Or does he know something we don’t?”[/color] 

The latter would be preferable, clearly. It was very hard to believe Cerric had [i]no[/i] idea what was in the woods; if he [i]did[/i] know, and he was [i]still[/i] so eerily calm about it, then maybe they could be calm too. Maybe Cerric had everything under control and there was nothing to worry about. 

Somehow Kyreth had a hard time believing that. 

He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on the subject. There would be time to get answers from Cerric later, assuming they were lucky and he’d be forthcoming with them. For the moment, Kyreth chose to believe that Lord Mystralath trusted Cerric for a reason, and if he was going to learn to fit in with their “little family,” then that would have to be enough for him, too. Easier said than done. 

Instead of dwelling on the topic, Kyreth adjusted his pack on his shoulder, waving Eila over and shepherding the three of them out of the way of the wagon. [color=8E939E]“Good morning Eila, nice to see you,”[/color] he greeted warmly, deciding not to address the woman’s general state of disarray. 

As Ms. Buckman sounded her warning, Kyreth shrugged, opting to keep his pack on him; no need to take up space on the wagon when he wasn’t even really part of the detail. Looking between Eila and Lilann, though, he frowned, noticing Lilann sported nothing but the same satchel she had on when they arrived yesterday. 

[color=8E939E]“Wait, Lilann, where’s your bag?”[/color] he asked, brow furrowing. For a ten day trip, she should have been dragging a pack of rations almost as big as she was, but there was nothing. [color=8E939E]“Didn’t you bring any food?”[/color]