[Gallagher]

Truth be told, Gabriel wasn't exactly all that pleased when they found the toppled cart. "That's it alright." He knew better than anyone, of course. It had been years now that he'd been practically living out of the thing. Even then, it had been used when he'd acquired it, a gift from one of the members of his village. Gift meaning a 'lower' price and nothing more. He turned enough to watch Mizuki head back down the road before his attention returned to the battered thing.

He stepped around to get a better look at the damage to his belongings, and was not disappointed in his worries. It had been difficult to tell in the dark of night, but now it was much more obvious. Even with the large, thick cloth that was supposed to propect his things from the elements and, hopefully, thieves, it had done little to keep them from toppling out. Small shards and large pieces of glass alike had scattered in the grass, some glistening in the morning sun almost like dew. That, however, was only a fraction of it. Besides what were once bottles, several jars were, if not broken or cracked, had their contents spilled, leaving an overall unpleasant smell and even uglier messes of goo here and there on the ground. "So much for recovering by year's end," he mumbled to himself, looking back down the road as Mizuki returned.

The one thing he took the time to grab before moving back onto the road was a dark wooden box, its lid thankfully still secure. Gabriel watched the man work with the horse, his gaze shifting to the comforting face at the bit of reassurance. He grinned. "Brilliant. There's nothing I enjoy more first thing in the morning than hauling wood. Especially with such good company. What could go wrong?" He shook his head at himself and looked around to find somewhere safe to set the box before he returned to Mizuki. "So, where do you want me?"