Book-worm would return to reading their alchemy book. They were excited to use new ingredients but increasingly interested in finding some action as well.
"Vagmir, towards the Spire. We'll take out what we run into on the way. The longer this lingers, the stronger it gets." He says, ensuring that the Carriage holds a ten-foot distance between itself and the Giant.
"Well, it depends on the size of course. How long will the trip take?" Margaret asks, folding and setting the blanket aside, already starting on another.
"At this pace? We should reach the nearest affected town by midday tomorrow." He says, then calls out to the Giant. "How're you fairing? Need a break?"
Margaret nods thoughtfully, still working. "Alright then, at most I can make 50 large blankets, so 100 individual blankets. So please disturb me unless it is an urgent matter in which no one else can be of use.