The Boar just shrugged when Fangir rejected his help. "I can see that, dwarf," he says with a grin. "You're well trained to move with that heavy armor, I could notice that back in the battle yesterday. Sorry if my gesture offended you."

Inside the wagon, he just looked at the misty landscape outside. There was little need to worry about the fog, or even the driver. Lady Jessica is well protected by the three adventurers, and a sort-of outsider dog. A hexer goblin could not stand against us, he thinks. Unless this guy is a lich in disguise, there's no reason to be afraid.

So, he relaxed and found a comfortable position on the bench. He checked his backpack and noticed the cheese he packed the morning of yesterday. "Anybody wants a slab of cheese?" he asks.