It took a moment for Maxwell to realize that Eren had started moving again. The half-elf had been caught ever so slightly off guard by the fact that Eren had only just realized he was traveling with a pagan. Maxwell looked down at the amulet of the Old Gods that hung  openly about his neck. He was aware that the old symbols had become somewhat obscure to the common folk since the Sacred Flame rose to prominence, but still Maxwell had been under the impression that his amulet bore one of the more easily recognized insignias.

When at last he noticed that the wagon was moving, Maxwell walked at a quick pace to catch up, and slowed down as he drew level with Eren.

"Old Bess and Hogan will be glad for a roof over their heads tonight." Eren said. "No more than I though. Maybe we'll find some soft hay in that there loft ahead for them to bed down in? Me thinks we'll reach Emberwood tomorrow so long as the mud don't slow us down."

"New and Old alike be willing, it should be smooth sailing from here on out as the coastal folk would say." Maxwell mused. "I'll search the loft while you see to your own companions." With that said, Maxwell made for the loft in search of hay for the horses. He felt the need, as he often did, to reassure Eren that he was in no danger by traveling with this particular pagan. But the elders of Maxwell's sect had always said that actions spoke louder than words among suspicious outsiders. So the half-elf resolved to show that he was no danger as best he could on this last leg of the journey.