[center][color=maroon][h1][b]Bartholomew Whitlock[/b][/h1][/color]
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Tholo's legs nearly gave out under him as they appeared at their destination. The teleporting leaving him feeling slightly ill as he focused on maintaining his balance as the then had to walk the rest of the way to their destination. Upon reaching the outpost, the ground had stopped moving beneath Tholo's feet, making him feel much beter. He only hoped that the feeling would lessen over time if teleporting to locations was a common occurrence. 

Once Ryder had seemingly gathered all the information from their contact, another Red Hood, he began giving the group various tasks. Tholo gave a brief nod as he was paired off with Brighid. They were tasked with checking on the couple by the Tavern and gathering any and all information on the attack from them.

Once seperating from the others, the walk to the Tavern was mostly in silence, Tholo unsure really what to talk about and focusing more on what needed to be done, ignoring the fact that if it wasn't for their job, it was a relatively peaceful night, with little noise besides the soft thuds of their steps.