Mido peers at the armored Siamese with more than just a hint of suspicion, but says nothing. Getting down to business, she wordlessly hefts up the closest supplies and in several trips deposits them with the rest of her gear before finally calling for the others.

"Before we go, we divy up these supplies. I'd leave the liquor but we could perhaps sell it in Carten; we've more than enough goods otherwise to make the trek."