[i]Convenient, he arrives too late to risk his life, but just in time to guide our suddenly rudderless ship,[/i] Leon thought to himself, eyeing the scout warily, [i]and the Helmite just gave him all the answers he needs to pass a cursory probe into his objectives.[/i]

It wasn't as though they had any choice though, the only other option would be to divvy up the supplies in the wagon and go their separate ways. A tempting option, but a short sighted one he admitted to himself. Looking out over the dead he wondered how many more traps they would find themselves in before the trip was over. He unclipped the mask from his face, returning his holy symbol to his waist and wishing he knew more about their destination.

As everyone got ready to get on the move again, Leon checked his equipment, cleaning off his sword and checking his wounds to be sure they were clotting appropriately. He adjusted the potions clipped to his waist, checking the seals and ensuring none were broken or tampered with. "We should take a few minutes to at least see what assistance the dead can still provide," he said, crouching down next to the wagon driver's body and checking through his pockets. He wasn't interested in the coin, making a show of tossing any coin pouches in the back of the wagon, but sometimes an extra waterskin or potion on the road could save your life.

"The dead want for nothing anymore, and by the time any allies can reach here, half the bodies might be gone to the wolves or whatever else wanders these lands. Better by far that their gifts help the living," he said, his only real answer to any protesting voices, "take notes of their faces. Lord Hastlon I'm sure will have an interest in the fates of his mercenaries."

The grim task completed, Leon swung up into the wagon, taking the reins in one hand and looking at the scout. "Can you drive, scoutling?," he said, distrust slipping into his voice more than he intended, "if so, you are welcome to take the reins. I will provide some protection to the next driver, but I will need to be close to do so."

A lie, but one that seemed reasonable enough. The fact it would also put him in a place to be sure the scout died first was pure coincidence, or so he wanted it to seem. For everyone's sake, he hoped he was just being overly suspicious and was indeed wrong about the man.