Quickly retrieving his weaponry, and returning from the baggage compartment carrying what looks like an two instrument cases, Amalric gingerly leans out of the carriage window, drops them a few feet to the floor, and exits the uncomfortable carriage. The smell of sulfur is beginning to provoke a slightly superstitious fear in him.

"So, shall we begin to head to the nearest town, then? What a terrible tragedy this was."