Shiloh rose stiffly the next morning, his shoulders and neck cracking several times in the process. He poked the dimming embers of the fire boredly. Mornings seemed to always go this way. He had sat there for what felt like hours, itching to leave but not quite ready to move. Snagging his foot on the handle of his sack Shiloh pulled it close enough to grab. Flipping up the cover he peered inside. There wasn't much, some leftover strawberries, preserved meat and a small sewing kit complete with ribbons. Shiloh tapped his fingers against the needle, contemplatively, stopping to shake his head. "'Nother time, I think," He spoke quietly placing the pack back down. Finally managing to stand and face the day, Shiloh stamped out the remaining sparks and sauntered over to the small, shivering figure on the otherside of the clearing.

Shiloh stood staring at the pitiful mass. It was no surprised she shivered. Autumn was crisp in the air and winter fast approached. Shiloh stopped being bothered by the cold years ago, but this was only the childs first night. Her first night away from the warmth of a cozy hearth and mothers embrace. The young mans face contorted disgustingly. With a swift kick to the little body he began, "Get up you lazy good-for-nothing!" Storming over to the discarded knapsack, he threw it in her direction narrowly missing her. "Can't believe I paid 600 pieces for this! THIS! The sun has nearly reached it's height and this thing still snores!" His voice echoed throw the trees, his sudden anger made all-to-apparent. "No wonder your parents gave you so easy! Who would want a burden such as you! Let's go! NOW" He shouted one last time before leaving the clearing, opposite of whence they came. Expecting the child would follow, with no place else to go. Children were often good for that if nothing else, he noted. With good luck, she would remember the bag as well.

And of course, Shiloh was right. The girl did eventually catch albeit at least a near hour later, bag in tow. He was no fool though, the man thought well enough ahead to leave an obvious path to where he had left. Much like the day before the two walked on for hours upon hours without rest, food or even drink. It was Shilohs way and he be damned if something as foolish as a child were to change it. As the sun had nearly finished it's descent making way for the unforgivable cold of night, they pair had finally reached their destination. A rather large town, for the area at least. However a normal bustling marketplace was now dwindled to little more than whores and black-sales. Standing amidst the sounds and smells of people finishing dinner and sending little ones to sleep, Shiloh's eyes scanned the area. Pulling the same girl to him, Shiloh took the offensive pack from her, shouldering it himself. With a gentle grab of her hand, Shiloh moved towards a large building complete with many windows. Quite obviously an inn.

Stepping inside Shiloh made short of work of approaching the Master of the house. "Excuse me sir, I wonder if my sister and I can get a room?" His voice was pleasant and kind, as though he was part saint, perhaps. "Depends. Have ye 16 silver?" The Masters voice was harsh and cold. Shiloh quickly pulled out about 10 gold pieces, holding it out to the man. "Is this enough sir?" The greedy man quickly ripped the money from the boys hand, a small nod of affirmation. He led the young patrons up to his highest level room, also apparently the nicest. Equipped with it's own stove and bathing tub. Shiloh waved the man away, making over to the large in-floor stove. Lighting up a fire, he pulled the large metal basin above it. It was intelligently line with a thick linen to prevent burning, and filled to the brim with water. Flopping down on the soft, only bed in the room Shiloh pointed at the girl, "Why don't you wash up, hon? We don't get treats like this often, better take advantage." His voice was sincere and kind, despite his frequent explosions, even people close to him oft fell victim to his normally sweet-self.