Möhr Had been sleeping fitfully in the wagon when the bumpy terrain gave way to smother streets. Incidentally it was that very same loss of jostling movement that would bring him to the world of the waking. He would climb out of the wagon causing it to wobble noticeably though not enough to be of any concern to the wagons owner, who was his current employer. Sure he wasnt the only guard there, but the other Five were not particularly sharp, couldnt read the room like Möhr could, and he wagered they couldn’t hit quite as good as him. But he wasnt one known for being right…he was more known for his left. 

“[color=007236]Seems like we left da sticks, Whys we waitin around?[/color]” He would announce in a tone that was equal parts sarcasm and bemusement. His gaze sweeping across his employer and the two traveling companions gathered there.