[quote][b][color=#38b000]"Wow, thanksies!"[/color][/b] Said the serpent happily. And speaking of the carriage... [b][color=#38b000]"Oh, I could take a look, couldn't be far. Maybe big lizard only take the horse."[/color][/b][/quote]

"I think that's not a bad idea," said Vesemir. It was hard to discern whether he was appreciative or nonchalant with the idea, maybe the mix of both if Verdant bothered to study his expression closer.  

After that, the masked elf could be seen discussing something with Vesemir. Maybe his payment? The next route? Whatever it was both men seemed to have reached an agreeable conclusion, and he finally requested Eblana to take care of scrapes on his forearm. 

[color=fff79a]"Where was that child going?"[/color] the healer asked when she tied the last knot of a bandage on the masked guy's forearm. The masked guy, not bothered to remove his mask could only tilt his head. 

"Seeking the wreckage."

[color=fff79a]"What wreckage? That cart? Alone? Shouldn't we ask someone to accompany her?"[/color]

"Nah, midget could handle herself just fine. She gobbled the devourer's tentacle... poison and all like nothing. I am sure she can survive whatever this cursed land throws at her just fine."

"Terrific investment, ain't it?"  Said Vesemir, who suddenly joined them. Hard to say if the other elves found the term 'investment' apt, but at this point, they have gotten used to Vesemir's peculiarities none of them speak up to correct him. 

"So, we ready to move out?" asked the masked elf. "I saw you spoke to her earlier, so what is the navigator's wisdom this time?"  

Vesemir lets out a seemingly disappointed smirk before answering. 

"She needed a sleep... There is a glade just seven furlongs from here, not far from the road--"

"Digenrana glade, I know the site." Said the masked elf. "So, we will make a camp there."

Vesemir nodded. "A rest well earned, I'd say. We just need to wait for our small friend Verdant. Yeah, I think that's her name. Verdant, interesting name." 

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Being a snake, Verdant just needed her ultra-sensitive nose to track to locate the ill-fated cart, and Creator be praised, the wreckage could be found just a couple hundred distances away from the party.

A half-sized horse was lying about near the destroyed wooden vehicle, and one shouldn't ask where the other part was. Considering it still has its harnesses and other things strapped, it seemed the dragon managed to snatch the entire carriage farther from here, and carefully dropped the rest in this site. 

Speaking about the rest, there was no sign of the coachmen. Not even a speck of his blood could be smelt and Verdant was damn good at differentiating it with horse's. Unimportant. The most important thing was that the stored provisions remained mostly intact, except for the eggs and pickles in the jars.