Rala's mouth began salivating at the idea of a refrigerated chest. Road rations were abysmal meals: dried meats and stale bread. To have fresh meals on the road was worth more than the gold in her many coin purses. Of course, Rala said no such thing. She merely added her simple thanks along with Jormund. Cascade had brought tents, and Aura was on her way now. The group was gathering. Having to share a tent was not ideal for the swordswoman, but she had grown to appreciate this group of elemental warriors.

As Aura returned she locked eyes with her. There was a firm scowl on her face as she nodded in affirmation that she had gotten the message. Taking a final glance over the crowd she moved in to inspect the cart, holding her dagger at the ready now. Rala's eyes scanned the area wearily. Aura was smart to choose the shifty-eyed rogue to keep watch, as she was already paying attention to the crowds.

[color=RosyBrown]"I think this is everything,"[/color] She said idly as she started to check the back of the cart. 

Finally, satisfied the cart was to her liking, Rala sat down on the back and gazed at the highwaymen's tents. They would be gone soon, and she held a strange sense of fondness for this place. The people here had been kind to them, and she had made a difference for them. It felt nice to feel like a true hero once more. It was a shame it left them missing a member.
[color=RosyBrown]"Do you think Plasm will ever catch up to us if he recovers? I mean, we have a wagon now"[/color]