Passing down the earth-guild made road, Felix guided the wagon leisurely, letting the horse plot steadily as they began passing into the forest. Beside him Gilbert was keeping his gaze forward, alert. Felix looks at the edges of the woods, scanning for movement as they enter.

“More reports from outside Runeheim,” Gilbert said. “Scum camps swelling, brigands blocking the side roads. peasants disappearing between towns.”

Felix nodded, “Heard the same. Grain going missing before it’s ever sold. Someone’s taking advantage of the unrest.”

Felix heard a familiar click, and Gilbert relaxed in his seat. “Well, nothing the four of us can’t handle.”

Nodding his agreement, Felix set the pace a little faster. “Not too fast, Felix” Gilbert cautioned “We don’t get the full payment if any of those jars break.”

“Yeah and we don’t get paid at all if we’re there after midweek. This is fine, I packed them myself anyway.”

Felix glanced back at the cargo, seeing Damian “sleeping” behind the driver’s bench. He smirked, looking back at Gilbert and mouthed ‘watch this’.

“Oh, brace yourself Gil, nasty looking rut here.”

Gilbert, immediately catching on puts his hands on the back of the bench to stabilize himself and goes “Oh Benalus!”

They both watch as Damian, in his “Sleep” stiffens his legs and presses his hand against the nearest crate, eyes closed, of course.

Speaking in a lower tone, so as not to alert Silvester, “Amazing how he senses the bumps in his sleep, isn’t it, Gil?”

Damian, realizing the gig is up, slowly cracks one eye “…Was worth a try.” Then lets all the breath in his lungs out at once when a sack lands on his chest.

Silvester, the source of the sack, “I knew you were fucking listening. Next time I’m using your ass to bait the trap for these stupid fucking bears.”

“That’ll be good for you, Damian.” Felix says “Making yourself useful. That’s how things get done.”