"Thanks fer the ride lads" thorgili said shaking the hands o his kinsman that where going with the caravan. Fixing his rifle sling and stumbling to catch up with Sharphorn thirties motioned his hands down the road of the town "I guess we should first find a place yah sleep the night. Asides from that you up fer carousing abouts perhaps we can find a job or two. The stone knows well need plenty of the stuff by the end of our journeys."