The elf woman, Jazdia, seemed very eager to be underway, as did the orc woman, Matilda.  He himself, was also eager to be away from this place.

He hated what had happened here.  He hated that he had played a significant part in the demolition of this town. In the ruining of the lives of the people here.  In a more forgiving world, where there weren't madmen out to do this or worse to other towns, in other nations, all over the place-- In that more forgiving world, he would stay and put things right. He HATED leaving these people in such a bad state. While perhaps not the kind of housing they were used to, or would really find favorable, there WERE ways to get certain kinds of trees to grow and mesh together into something resembling a home using magic.  He had seen the rotting remains of them in part of mystville forest, though his dad did not like to discuss where they had come from, or who had once lived there. He had not been eager to press for that knowledge either; The place reeked of old death, decay, and corruption. (the very same kinds of corruption he and his dad tended to spend most of the summer tackling together.)  That by itself was not reason to have prejudice against the idea of the structures though.  Here, with still a small amount of warm weather yet before all the leaves drop-- It could be managed. It would take the rest of the month most likely, but at least the people would have places to live in when the winter hit. Hell, living houses like that require less upkeep even. They just look funny.

Jazdia indicated that he should climb into the back of the carriage.

Why is it people did not understand that you can't put this kind of weight back here? Cargo goes UNDER the carriage, or ON TOP of the carriage. If he climbed on back there, it would tip the whole thing and try to lift the horses into the air.

He shook his head, then climbed up directly over the rear axle, then very slowly and very carefully spread out over the luggage rack on top.  It was not very comfortable, and he was sure it looked stupid as hell, but at least he wouldn't tip the carriage over up there-- So long as he didn't move around much.  He sure hoped they didnt intend to try and drive the thing at breakneck speed. He'd need to be lashed down, and he didn't like that idea at all.