Marius Alva Decimus sat outside the tavern in Elbion fuming over what had just happened. The caravan that Marius and his apprentice Serbert were supposed to travel with had left without them. Marius banged his fist on the table they were seated at and Serbert focused on the book he had opened in his lap. They were both wearing the blue robes of scholars, except Marius had a brown cloak over his shoulder as well. Marius sat facing the street, with Serbert in a chair behind him. "That damned merchant! We were supposed to travel with him all around the continent. Now we'll be lucky if we even get to leave the city! I have things I need to explore almost everywhere and now I can't get anywhere!" Marius yelled aloud before turning and looking at a startled Serbert. "I'm sorry boy, I'm not angry with you, I'm just angry in general." Marius sighed. "We just need to find someone who travels to escort us. I'd prefer we travel with some people who are more adept at combat. I can hold my own but I'm no sellsword and the roads are getting too dangerous to travel unprotected for very long." Marius said to the teen. "I suppose we can go to the market soon and look for anyone else planning on travelling, at this point I'd take going anywhere with almost anyone."