Picking up his back pack and taking back his mothers drawing, Vis made his way to the carriage and deposited his bag in the back. "Efening Mith," he nodded to the Gwen, "are you old enough thoo be uthing a wagon?" he mused until Lammy came fluttering down with news of hobgoblins approaching. Opening up the back so the group could board, he stared at the direction Lam pointed to and rested his hand on the hilt of his rapier. 
"Lithle girl, geth intho the wagon. Lily you'll be the lasth thoo board, so will I." Vis stood around the cart, waiting for the others to get in before he did.