Gareth was glad to see that at least they were bringing a lot of items. Good. They weren't going to die horribly in the wilderness for want of supplies. That was something at least. Though the prospect of traveling by coach was less welcome to him. He had feared they would, and had brought some milk. That tended to help a little bit.

He glanced at the two men and tipped his hat. Sailors. Not the most reliable kind, by his judgement, but since it was too late to change plans now, he didn't discuss it with Quentin, certainly not in front of the two. He'd still rather entrust his life to a sailor who liked him, than to a sailor who didn't.