While Allard was more than impressed with the abilities of the young healer, they didn't waste much time in getting on the road again. Later, they ran into a crossroads, that could take them in multiple directions. Everyone stopped for a moment and then started continuing down a path,by the time he reached the sign, he couldn't help but freeze in his tracks. The way they were headed was straight into Fotian territory. His escape less than a week ago would mean that he was somewhat still at large there. The other direction was Gaia, home, where he hoped to return. He would be lying if he said his body didn't take a few steps in that direction, but something in him stopped him. As the group seemed to keep going, he stood there, trying to make a decision. There was nothing there for him anymore, nobody left to fight for. For a rare moment, his ever present jovial mask that he wore faded as he looked out down the road's path. It wasn't until the ox snorted that he jerked his eyes from it and noticed the caravan pulling further away.
"Alright, quit yur fussin'," He then picked up the pace to catch up to the others. Further down the trail, he decided that he should let someone know of his 'relations' with Fotia, at least, enough to get a general picture. Letting the reins to the back end of the carriage so that the ox would continue to follow them, Allard jogged up to the front next to Garret, passing everyone else on the way.
"Garret, I've been thinkin' about our path through Fotia. Well, I'm not sure really how ta tell ya this, but I'm not really in good standing with Fotia at tha moment. Is there any way that we could maybe keep away from tha main townships? I know I'm not an easy thing ta hide, so maybe keepin off tha beaten path may be safer." He continued walking for a bit before he added,
"If ya wish ta go ta tha towns however, I can wait outside town at a camp with tha horses and wait as well." It was just about then that they were passing the small building with the people in red robes. Allard noticed them, though didn't think much of them. An odd sort, but they didn't seem hostile as the appeared to keep to themselves while passing.
The traveling and direction didn't seem to bother Dremmick as much after they had left the forest. Unlike most of the group who seemed to have a set spot they liked in their lineup, Dremmick never stayed in one place. He would constantly change positions, move ahead, or hang back throughout the day. What would look weird for most was actually him either scouting ahead or poking around a point of interest, disappearing for short periods of time. It finally seemed to pay off as well when he saw a small building in the distance with a red flag. He waited there for the others to catch up, noticing that Allard was speaking to Garret at the time.
"There is an outpost alongside this trail," he said, interrupting Allard.
"Try not to pay them too much attention. They are a curious sort," he said as he rode back into formation with the group. As he passed Mason Dremmick noticed that Mason seemed transfixed on the man who who had just walked out of the building.
"Don't mind them and just keep moving. We don't need extra trouble here,"he said in passing,
"We should be safe to travel in this group, but don't give them ideas." He looked over to make sure the ox was still following, which it was, but it was what he saw at the carriage that made him shake his head before turning back around to follow the group. The lassa girl that joined them....was waving at them...
Lynn, who had previously been riding outside with her horse, was now in the carriage to escape the heat and dry air. She had come to the conclusion that she did not like the desert. While the sun felt amazing to her and the sights were breathtaking, she found her self drying out easily under the harsh conditions. She could really go for a swim right now, but that didn't seem like it was going to be an option around here. The one time she did try walking, her feet quickly met with hot rock on the ground, and took to flying on her staff or riding her horse instead. With the heat though, she thought it would be better to let the horse rest by taking the carriage off of it and not riding it for a bit. The horse seemed to follow faithfully as the carriage drove itself, and Lynn even would help drive the machine and supply it with water as well. It could be done by one person, as not every control was needed to be used at once, though the way Metis could drive it, it would almost seem as it was an extension of her own body.
As they progressed deeper into Fotia, Lynn was outside the carriage to check on her horse and apparently the ox that had been traveling next to the machine while the large Oro man was up front talking with a knight.
'Odd,' she thought as she couldn't recall their names. Nobody really seemed to know each others names in this group, they kind of just... formed and moved out. maybe they will all be able to introduce themselves when they stop for the night. She petted her horse a few more times before turning to go back in the carriage when she noticed a man on the side of the road watching them pass. She gave a cute little smile and waved to him before going back into the machine with Metis.
"Phew, it feels terrible out there, I don't know how they do it." she said to Metis referring to the others.
"Hey, I can take another turn driving for a while if you want. How are we looking on water?"
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