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[b][color=ea590c]Edward Portsmith: Level 6 (16 cells) [/color][/b][color=ea590c]////////////////////////////////[/color]////////////////////////////// (32/60)
[b]Location[/b] Snowdin
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Edward managed to get even more that he bargained for from Clark and Stanley. He’d assumed that there’d be a haggling stage once they’d found/worked out exactly what they were willing to part with, but in that he’d been very much mistaken. Instead he ended up weighed down by pillows, bedding, towels and little soaps while his pockets didn’t end up even an iota lighter.

Add to that light, a pleasant little trinket, and most importantly as far as Edward was concerned, a way of producing hot food on the go, and they might as well have robbed the place.  

[color=ea590c]”We’d best find some way to fill it”[/color] he commented, regarding the pot, reminded by it that they weren't exactly loaded down with rations. Foragable plants and huntable game wouldn’t exactly be common out in the snow, and that was before you got to how things went poof in Galeem’s world.

He really did wonder how the sausage, so to speak, got made.

That would wait for later however, as first they had to renovate their ride using all the gifts they had received.

Lamps were affixed, pot stashed at the back of the wagon where some of the windows on either side could be opened to let the smoke and steam out, and the windchime set by this window so that both driver and passengers could enjoy it.

Their pot wasn’t exactly the most pleasant looking thing, it had to be said, but the warm, pleasant smell, and promise of a hearty meal would likely outweigh the slight discomfort having a [url=https://i.imgur.com/OZoJjHo.png]demonic face[/url] on it would cause.

Pillows and a few blankets were strewn across the benches (away from the pot to prevent any fire hazards), making for much more comfortably padded seating than bare wood. The spare blankets were chained up above to be taken down at the passenger’s leisure for the purpose of snuggling up under.

And two for the driver. Whoever would end up stuck in the cold outside (and he suspected might be him) would need extra protection against the elements after all.

After that he stashed the various toiletries (bog roll included) up above and out of the way,  which took up the rest of the time till a few of the seekers found their way back to the center of town. 

With his inferno hound squad padding along after him, Edward moved to join them, and was happy to find that winter clothing had indeed been procured, and a set that was baggy enough to fit over his armor too to boot. Naturally, it was going to be rather, well, vulnerable out there outside his armor, but better it being damaged than it and him together. Cold seeping in via gashes in cloth killed more slowly than blood seeping out of gashes in flesh after all.

A hole patching kit would not go amiss as a result, and he mentioned as such as they were all getting dressed.

He also reported that [color=ea590c]”The two fellows running the 'Snotel' have kindly provided us with bedding and bathing materials free of charge, as well as an… eccentrically styled stewpot and stand with which we can prepare food”[/color] and then suggested that [color=ea590c]”Speaking of, if we have not already, we may wish to pool funds and buy more food than we think we need, and fuel to cook it. An army marches on its stomachs after all, and in climates like this, those can quickly run empty”[/color] 

Once he was done reporting, Edward set about setting up the carriage for (slow) travel. 

He dismissed the inferno hound squads, and in their place forged a pair of bronze golem squads, an inferno steed, and an observer drone squad.

The pairs of towering constructs were then lashed to the front of the carriage via the pair of chains, two per chain, their halberd shafts being pushed between the links. They’d be utterly worthless in a fight as a result, but they could tirelessly pull their transport to the ends of the world.

Very. Very. Slowly.

The dislocated nature of the golem’s structure meant that they weren't the best pushers or pullers, even if they did somewhat make up for it with their prodigious size.

[color=ea590c]”We’re going to need some actual harnesses for these ‘Reindrix‘ beasts should we manage to acquire some. Or rather materials to make them out of, given we’d need them custom set most likely. I’d rather not have to use our bedding as crafting materials”[/color] He said as he finished up their temporary setup.

After that he finally divested himself of the two guns he’d been hauling around, neatly slotting the Mag Launcher and Plasma Cutter into holsters on either side of the inferno steed’s rear mounted satchels. The non ammo dependent Smiting Bishop was kept by his side, intended as it was to be used as a mainstay rather than a situation specific weapon.

Finally, the pair of observer drones were set up to hover a bit ahead of the golems, where he’d use their discerning eyes’ to check the terrain before they passed over it. The last thing they wanted was to have the carriage get re-buried in snow after all.

[color=ea590c]”Transport is prepared”[/color] he reported [color=ea590c]”I can direct the golems remotely, so we won’t need a driver just yet. When we do, I will see if I can manage. Till then I’ll ride alongside”[/color] 

He didn’t mount up immediately however, and instead had the inferno steed pad along after him as he had had the pair of hounds. They still had to get everyone together, and to purchase all the little things that they needed to make the trip in (moderate) comfort, after all.