The next day...

On the following morning, Willem rode out to the meeting place with his bags fully packed and ready to set off to the Stolen Lands. Today he had changed out of his simple tunic and pants that he had worn the day before and swapped them for far more practical adventuring gear. His studded leather armor fit him perfectly and was not a new acquisition. A rapier rode at his hip, while a composite shortbow and quiver sat on his back. His blue roan mare was loaded with packs of equipment for the trip to come.

Once they were on their way, Willem took the time to chat with everyone, asking them about their lives, where they came from, what they had been doing before this and other things of that nature. The trip took a while and he was in no hurry. On some nights, he sang and danced with Zarina, though his signing voice left a little to be desired. He spent some time discussing law and civilization with Denayth. He also listened intently through Brunhilde's lectures on animal husbandry. One thing he did not do, however, is reveal much of himself. Any questions about his past quickly got shifted to other topics. If asked about this directly, he always smiled and said that he wasn't that interesting compared to others in the group.