Acetic reins Erathiel in next to the carriage where the others were gathering just in time to here Furius's enlightening description of what looks to be just a normal carriage. Shrugging the thought of the carriage out of his head, Acetic approaches the driver.

"I'm going to act as an escort for this carriage I'll keep back to prevent any suspicion by would be ambushers. Any sign of trouble then dive for safety. I'm pretty sure all this is unnecessary but then again, I don't really feel comfortable with that thing above us."

Acetic gestures at the floating thing.

"You wouldn't happen to know what that thing is though would you?"