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Alex observed as Sade increased his pace to meet up with Raphael. He mentally reviewed their conversation. It had been very strange, and a little unnerving. The bat was hiding something, perhaps something that was hidden even to himself. It seemed that even recovering his name was an unpleasant process for him. Alex considered himself lucky he couldn't remember his own childhood. If it was painful enough to cause him to forget it, then it was for the best he had no memory of it. Or it was horribly boring. Either way it was a blessing.

All of the other guards where still a good distance away, driven there by the large bat, and one of the guards saw an opportunity. He broke into a run, and upon reaching the nearest wagon, climbed aboard. Alex was looking off toward a distant mountain range, so he missed the movement entirely. He did turn his head, however, when the cart hit a bump, and the sound of something meaty and living colliding with wood reached his ears.

He paused, listening hard. Soon another noise emanated from the cart. The creaking sound of a wooden lid being pried open. He drew his sword and casually approached the cart. He called over to the driver. "Stop the cart. I think there's a thief in the back." The cart rolled to a halt as Alex approached the rear. He banged his sword hilt against the cart's wooden side. "If you put what you've stolen back, and get out of the cart, you probably won't be punished." The rattling in the back halted abruptly, but no one emerged. Alex frowned, and tried again. "We know you are in there. Get out now, and you won't be punished." Still, nobody emerged. Alex's temper was quickly deserting him. He was cold and wasn't feeling very forgiving of anything, much less a thief. He leaned over the edge of the cart and glanced around. There was a black and white tail poking out from behind a now lidless food crate. His irritation guiding his actions, rather than rational thinking, he used a small fire spell, briefly igniting the tail tip. With a howl, an adult husky dived out of the cart and head-on into a snow drift, knocking over a barrel on his way out. He was dressed in chain mail armor and carried a spear, which was laying on the ground beside him, next to several loafs of bread and a flask.

Alex strode over to where the husky was sitting, piling snow onto his scorched tail. He spoke in an apologetic tone. "Sorry," he said. "But you know thief's aren't tolerated." Alex paused. A thought had occurred to him. "However," he spoke softly. "If you know where a copy of the map is, and you can get me one, I'll forget I saw this. Deal?" The guard thought about it. Surely Raphael wasn't the only one with a map. It shouldn't be too hard to obtain a copy. He nodded. "Alright." He said. "Deal" Alex smiled and helped the guard to his feet. He looked down at the fallen barrel and spilled food. Now to cover this up before someone noticed.

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Raphael glanced back at some sounds that had come from behind him, from around a cart apparently. There was that guard Alex he'd hired, he'd stopped said cart for some reason. He couldn't see much from his position at the head of the convoy, or even hear much, as the wind was still quite a chilling and noisy force. Raphael was warm enough, but he couldn't make himself hear any better.

"Everything fine down there, I hope?" he called back. He could see that nothing was desperately wrong, at least, and continued with little regard for what might be hollered back at what would be his back. "Let's get a, ah, move on, then, if you will, please. Not much further!"

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Alex studied the food. The bread was ruined, but the flask could be salvaged. He turned his attention to the cart itself. One food crate was missing its lid, a barrel had been toppled, and there was still the smell of burned fur hanging around, but that was the extent of the damage. He started by righting the barrel. The ruined loafs were removed from the path and tossed casually behind a large rock. He was grateful for the constant snowfall that obscured his movements from the other travelers. The flask was placed inside the crate. He was in the process of locating the missing lid, when someone hollered at him from the front of the convoy.

“Everything fine down there, I hope?â€

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Raphael didn't get a response, but assumed that everything was all right and that there wasn't something catastrophic going on, like the rising of the dead, judgment of the gods, trysting of party members, or spilling of supplies going on back in the cart. Carts were bothersome things when you had to cover them, Raphael reflected.

Still, there were a few more pressing things on his mind, namely the Tomb ahead. Yes, he knew quite a bit about it, but he couldn't actually read the runes on the map. He'd just translated parts from other bits of text that were known, forming spots of known text amid seas of mysterious runes... the runes that haunted his dreams, danced before his eyes, and the runes that his tea grounds and porridge remnants seemed to form once he was almost done with them. He noted that he'd probably been studying them a bit too much as a shadow seemed to take the form of a rune.

No matter, though, he continued leading the convoy along the trail, forging ever closer to the ever mysterious Tomb of Magic...

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