Lowe shouldered his pack, and stood up straight and determined. He had a plan for getting over the walls, and a sort of plan for getting away from the others. But doing so may be harder than he originally thought. Especially with the Knight here.

He wasn't paying attention to the obvious drama that was ensuing in front of him, its just Knights hi fiving each other over recent kills, nothing he hadn't heard of before. The Knight was going to be a nuisance, and he really didn't want to hurt the old man's feelings by telling him to piss off once they got to Kafaara. In fact, it would seem highly strange if he did tell the Knight to piss off in front of everyone, and certainly not good for morale. Everyone seemed to like him, and the other soldier and him were apparently old friends or something. Just keep your disdain to yourself, we can't really afford to be at each others throats the entire trip.

"Once we make it to Kafaara, I have a plan for how we can get over that giant wall, but I'm going to need help." He said. "But honestly, before I ask for anything else, why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm getting tired of having to refer to you all as 'Thief Guy' and 'The Knight'. For starters, I'm Lowe Harmond, expert magical Cartographer at your service." He gave a princely bow, his ragged cloak draped over one arm in a royal fashion. Making fun of royalty, in front of royalty is probably the best thing I've done all week. "I may be very small and adorable, but I don't take kindly to coddling. Please refrain from trying to pinch my cheeks and hold my hand, it can be quite exhausting." He smirked.

"Now on to the actual plan I have. The Wolf girl and her friend will help us over the wall near the back." He explained. "Lots of snow build up there, and there's a bunch of stones and rocks; if we pile them on top of each other, we should be able to enter unseen. The rocks are heavy though, and they'll sink right through the snow. Which is where those claws of his come in. It'll take lots of digging, but with his claws, it'll take less than an hour to get it all away." He patted his bag proudly. "Well? What do you think? Aren't I a genius?"

Before Farya had a chance to turn and leave, the voice of the child stopped her in her tracks. That’s right… they needed to sneak inside the city. Her eyes slowly drifted down to Wolyo’s paws. They were large indeed, and could easily make short work of a pile of snow with some added assistance. But something didn’t quite feel right. It was as if the child was missing a detail.

“Farya….” The wolf growled lowly, his teeth clacking together. The two exchanged a brief glance before turning to face the group once more.

“Yes dear Wolyo, I am aware…” Her hand grazed over her companions snout. Slowly but surely, she crossed the distance towards the child with her head canted. When near, she knelt down to look the child square in the eyes. Though the reason might not be readable on the mask, the curiosity could definitely be felt. Wolyo, had joined her, standing on all fours with his head craned down even with Farya's. His brows furrowed in a seemingly grumpy glare. Perhaps he wasn't too keen on the idea that he had to dig their way back out?

When she spoke, her voice was soft as usual, but held a small testing bite of something else.

“You speak of this city being guarded. No man allowed the grace of entrance, or they may face the guards blade. But… there is else to easily hold suspect, no man allowed to leave. You mean well child, never mind that a few of us stands out greatly, but how do you propose we exit when business is done?”

The halls echoed with every heavy footfall of Gaius. He would be lying if he didn't admit that the sounds of the echoes his boots produced in near empty hall did not amuse him. Gaius had left the throne room shortly after his interactions with the man known as the Iron Bear and the wildling with her wolf to fulfill his original directive to get ready. The quartermaster of the castle would surely have the supplies ready for the party and it was only a matter of getting to the supply room to get his supplies for the journey ahead. A trivial thing to the man who was capable of tracking down any and all of his targets, some of which eluded the guard for months.

As expected, the maze of halls and corridors of the palace did not hinder Gaius in his search one bit. Soon he stood before the double door leading to the supply room. The heavy wooden doors would have given an average individual a slightly difficult time in pulling the door open. Gaius was no average individual. He grasped the iron door ring with a hand and effortlessly pulled the weighty wooden door open as if it were any other door. The few guards present in the room set their gazes upon the man who had entered the room for a brief few seconds before going back to what ever task they were doing before hand. Gaius takes no insult to the lack of interest, if he was stuck doing errands and tasks in the supply room he too would have been disinterested with new comers and would focus on the task at hand.

He approaches the guard that looks to be the most important, or at the very least the one shouting out instructions, and asks him about the supplies to be given to him and the rest of his companions. The guard nods in understanding and politely, albeit with a hint of stress in his voice, asks Gaius to wait patiently until they manage to sort out what was needed in the journey and what was not. Gaius understands that the supplies were being prepared as they spoke to each other and could take a hint that speaking to any of them further would only slow and hinder the process. So, he simply walked back near the door and leaned on a wall while waiting for the supplies to be ready.