Jamlamin was more than happy to have the blade out of his face, and was even more happy to relieve the healer of her duties "Gods, you look like a fright" He said to the healer after helping someone into the wagon, when the last of the people were being loaded onto the wagon he looked back towards the sound of the war cry "I don't think this is random." He said to no one in particular, armed with this thought in mind he worked faster.

When things were all done Jamlamin was standing next to the wagon his club in hand he had an idea but he didn't know if it would work he had seen gangs of thugs do it before when some of their own got hurt "We need to ditch the wagon, because as long as we have it they will follow it, you don't exactly miss wagon tracks in the mud, and I'm not waiting for it to get stuck." He shouted he hoped the king would listen to his plan.