"Hiking through ash clouds for days. Remind me not to tell Bones where I've been. He'll kill us both." Jim ties the scarf around his nose and mouth, wishing honestly that Stratos' people believed in protective eye wear as well. A set of goggles apiece for them wouldn't go amiss. But seeing as how that's not acceptable Tamriellic fashion, Jim says nothing before he reshoulders their pack and they're off into the unknown.

"Your escort. Really." Terentius' warning clearly isn't rubbing off on Stratos any. Though with a cloth over half his face it's not as though anyone would be able to tell by looking at him very easily what kind of an escort he'd serve best. "That's simple enough to remember. What exactly are we supposed to be trading in?"