[h3] Erwin [/h3] 

Erwin looked at the woman at his side, and he pressed his lips together as he just stood there, he had no trust in the woman in front of him, nor the trader trying to make his hasty escape. He just slowly looked at the Jaz as if she was an idiot, and pressed his lips together for a moment before composing himself and looking at the man in the cart. 

"I don't mind if ya sleep here, I just wonder why you approach a camp at the middle of the night to sell things." he said looking at the man, "It is more or less my role to my uncle to keep his lands safe, to keep his people from harm, even from those whom he has allowed relative ease of access to travel. I am thankful my grandfather and his bookkeeping has some form of civility to my uncle's plans." 

"But... again, it is not wise to push goods at night... some consider that peddling, and on private crownland is something else. But, I know you aren't who we are looking for, just... someone with some odd wares, again I ask that you stay to the south. Other lords, and squires, specially puritans like myself do not take things lightly further north close to the border due to how fragile it is there with the warring parties. The stock of mana I would suggest selling around the capital before heading north, or wholesale it to someone there in case you run into any other sherrifs, tax collectors, or diplomatic and or trade envoys. Also, I suggest finding a boat around Meche and Tregador. Your goods will get you killed in Meche, and in Tregador, well... You are more likely to be arrested at the border before you reach it with your current goods no matter how lesser the magical imbuement."

His vision went over to the woman, and he pressed his lips together before he held his rifle about still hung to his chest slanted down.