Mayt chuckled, rubbing his face. "Nah, I can sleep later." He says simply, now standing up, indicating he thinks they should go, and talk on the way. "The only set of parents I really respected were my birth parents, the rest, well, I never got along with them. The differences between them and my birth parents were too great. I went from two criminals planning their next heist in their bedroom down the hall while I was sleepless in my bed. Followed by a pair of goodie-two-shoes. Honestly, I thought staying in the "Right" all the time was a boring place to live. But I get staying somewhat within the lines. The worse the crime, the harder they try to find the person who did it. As far as the guild goes, of course something happened. What person with a normal past would go to a place filled with adventurers and people who do mercenary work?"

Mayt rolls his shoulders as he heads back to the road, keeping within earshot of Sasha, if moving a bit rushedly. "And, while I do want to rest, when really should do it later. Every minute we wait people edge closer to death right? We're their first hope, hopefully not their last, and they should be able to depend on us. And, no offence, but I'm not riding anything that was purchased or hired in a city with a epidemic running through it." He draws his sword, spinning it a couple times in one hand, then placing the flat of it against his other hand, running his thumb against the blade. He mutters something about the edge being a tad dull and re-sheathes the weapon. It's obvious the blade is very important to him.