Sionnie had not riden with the others in that wagon made for those noisy, bloated, half-sized oafs. She sat at top the carriage watching the others crawl out of that claustrophobic death trap. She wasn't the least bit curious about the dwarves quest however, she owed his lot for the ride and the food. That debt would be settled now.

Still, the day was warm and the breeze cool and gentle. The dwarves head of in each their own direction and the camp had become as quiet as it ever would be. What a waste it would be to work for those loud boorish dwarves today... Sionnie laid sprawled across the top of the caravan wagon with her head turn away from the dwarf as if she meant to ignore him. Sionnie was waiting for her orders but she would enjoy this quiet while she could.