Cedar was a bit perturbed by the sudden and brisk desire Matilda had to pack up and move. While this was a rather odorous location, it was also sheltered and defensible.  Not every floor was stinky, and in general, it was quite serviceable.

Also, he hadn't finished repairing the tack yet.  What, did she want to just abandon this much kit? Leave the horses to starve to death in the winter? Those horses didn't know how to survive in the wild, they were domestic beasts. It would be a slow and debilitating death for them.

But he also did not want to go back to the dungeon, and she really was his only reason for being out of it. Nobody seemed all that interested in a person like him-- aside from negative interest that was. He had been warned about this from his dad, and had felt the sting of it a bit in town, but his stint in the dungeon was like nothing he had ever encountered. The sounds of the inquisitor 'questioning' people still haunted him. He was grateful to have just been beaten, and even that was a rude awakening. His dad had punished him, of course-- but his dad was actually a very kind, loving and gentle man, and the lectures were the worst part of his punishments-- try as he might, his dad's attempts at physical punishment were rather amusing, in hind sight.

He very much wished he could be home right now.  At least Solomon had put the poor creature of that reanimated corpse out of its misery. The stench would still take quite awhile to air out though.

Solomon and Anderson seemed more sensible, in their attestations to stay for the night.  That would work and suit him fine. He could get these mended by morning, and if the note was any indicator, the delay would not be a big issue.

but GODS was he hungry...