Suddenly Trakel was commanded to halt his shenanigans by the lady in front wearing mostly her own skin as her dress. Only two words in and he already didn't care. The job was simple, steal some defenseless little girls that in normal circles wouldn't be in an arranged marriage at five and maybe some treasures along the way. He listened for names only, considering that even with a simple job you have to know who you're kidnapping. For the rest he mimicked a hand on Iris's staff making 'blah blah blah' motions. During this he pondered why he normally can't walk around without passing out of fatigue but he's been moving and shifting around constantly since he barged in here. Then their chicken drawn carriages arrived. He considered them cute and nasty at once, then realized he was sitting on someone who probably envisioned them on a rotisserie.
"Try not to eat them on the drive over, huh?"
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The first half of the trip was fairly uneventful, the most excitement came from a bird flying into the back of the carriage before politely leaving. It might as well have said 'Excuse me kind sirs and ma'ams, you wouldn't happen to know which way South is? My chirpy little brother mistook this gentle summer day for winter migration.' It didn't even have the common decency to defecate inside to cause a stir. Trakel very much wished he could sleep though it but he hasn't done that in fourty or so years. Then came a bridge carrying people who wanted money. Ah money, the most common instigator of violence has saved Trakel once again.
"Hey, I can pose as the toll money. More than enough toll money actually." said Trakel, making sure the bandits did not hear him. The idea came to him from experience, this was alongside the dartboard scheme. He actually had done similar antics in many bars for about two years, as he used to support a con artist. They would rip off patrons in their free time. It probably shouldn't be surprising since he's off nabbing royalty right now for the hell of it.