"Uh. Thanks," Fiona said to Vaeri, accepting the small piece of parchment. She wasn't really interested in branding herself with some kind of magic on a whim, but perhaps one of the others would take it. She would ask them later. For now, there was work to do if they didn't want to stay here any longer, which Fiona certainly didn't. Flipping the lid of the gold chest back closed, she scooped it up by the handles and carried it over to the wagon, setting it in the back. It was a bit of a tight fight, but all of the surviving prisoners were able to get inside, with enough space to be relatively comfortable for the trip. She imagined anything would be better than what they had recently endured.

Fiona was glad Sana agreed with her on the subject of the gold. She imagined some of the others might not want to let it go so easily, but these people were in dire need of it. When Sana came over to ask her favor, Fiona nodded immediately. "I'll let Hugh know. Be sure to watch yourself, though. I doubt there are more slavers around, but it never hurts to be safe." She couldn't claim to know what the woman was going through, as Fiona had yet to experience anything like what Sana had endured already today, but some space and quiet seemed like it would help.

"Alright, let's get going. I can drive the wagon." Fiona stepped up to the front end of the wagon and took hold of the reins, waiting to make sure everyone was on. Her horse would follow along on his own. "Lob, can you lead the way? Make sure the path is clear enough for the wagon to come through easily."