Pascal smiled at Hygea’s excitement for the task. He knew he now had some time to kill, and came absorbed by his thoughts stumbled again upon the Serigan fellow. A smile wrinkled his cheeks. He couldn’t help but like the tough man, he was sure that with him around, he would not be bored. As usual he was harassing the blue eyed girl, and certainly, given the opportunity, who knows what kind of rampage he would have gone on speaking to the blind one… although it didn’t look like the monk was in need of protection. 
He found himself juggling his knife. He did this often: it helped him thinking. He created a mental list of rations and weapons he might need during the next trip.

“Though the Caravan will need our help soon, it won’t be of any use to rush out right now. Let’s wait till tomorrow morning, so that we can prepare more thoroughly.”

He collected the rations, prepared the pouches. They left the next day, despite the flamboyant protests of the ever energetic young man. The travel was somewhat pleasant and generally uneventful. The mighty mountains framing their view. They stopped by Frencis farm, and borrowed 3 horses. And after 2 days the horses attentive ears picked up the wind of familiar smell and sounds. Their reciprocal neigh announced their drawing near another party. And sure enough the outline of the caravan proceeding slowly towards them appeared. Pascal hopped down from the horse, fidgeting with the reins.