"Sounds like a good plan, shall we get some horses then to speed up our travels or would prefer to walk?" Fin pointed at the stables just outside village that they had been heading towards, "Also, shall we rest up for the night, or just continue on the journey?" rotating his left arm at the shoulder and rubbing it with his right hand, "I could do with a rest, but I am able to travel for a few days consistently if needed, it is up to you Madame Mage." Something was on Fin's mind, and he wanted some time to sit down and think it through. The fact that he was informed earlier of how the magic could corrupt one's mind due to its power, yet those bandits used it with ease, and, although wretched knaves using such things for a vile purpose, it did seem like they had everything still in place in their heads. How could this be?