Felix found himself a relatively comfortable perch on the rear wagon atop some of the crates of herbs.  Being lithe, his weight did not add considerably to the thin wood enclosing the earthy smelling contents.  A sense of idle bucolic bliss surrounded the quaint region that only grew the more Felix saw of it.  Forests and tended fields stretched on and on... This seemed an ideal place to live, [i]if[/i] one were free to enjoy it instead of chained to it by history and feudal obligations.
  As a 'guard', Felix kept an eye out  occasionally but busied himself with completing projects from his carpetbag of tailor's items.  His eyes wandered to take in his companions on the journey, wondering about their stories and lives but also taking in their measurements.