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"No, I'm good. 'Sides, you look like you need it more than I do."

Selene nearly spit out her drink, but kept it down.

"H-He was going to kidnap someone... for 200 rhea? I could make more than that for a week of washing dishes! Did he not even consider getting a job?"

"What do you think I told him? I did warn him, a lot, his obsession with getting rich quick was going to get him in trouble. He didn't listen. Not like our other brother; he's actually working back home as an accountant."

"Lot better than my brother then. He almost landed me in prison multiple times, chased away my girlfriends and tried to kidnap Asuna."

"Rosencrantz Marlowe, pleasure to meet you. I'm guessing you and....Lilian are sisters."

Selene, in response to all the... things, going on around her, didn't say anything. She just took the cap off her flask and started drinking something that probably wasn't water.

"....you too, huh?"

Milly, not quite convinced that it was safe to look back yet, speaks from the front.
"W-we should move a little further up the road. T-there's a campsite not far from here, I-I don't want to pull into the forest."

Rosencrantz looks between his drinks and Marcia having followed Jarvis out the back. He sighs, lowers the tray towards 42-1 (he figured he'd want to make himself be useful) and continues looking out the window.

"You guys, can we at least pull it together? We all got our problems, but yelling at each other isn't going to solve anything. We're all in this together."

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Marcia's dress rips a little bit from her rough landing, but apart from that, it mostly survives.

This is the point where the wagon stops and Milly pokes her head out from the front to see Marcia and Jarvis at the back.
"A-are you people jumping out the back? D-don't do that, you'll hurt yourselves! I-I....I don't want to accidentally hurt any of you...."

Jarvis, in his haste to open the wagon, may or may not have realised the wagon was still moving.

The door swings open, he tumbles out and almost faceplants into the dirt road. Milly tilts her head back upon hearing her wagon door open.
"O-oh dear! D-did someone fall out the back?! W-wait!"

Around Jarvis is nothing but forest, forest and more forest. A signpost saying that a designated campsite, the Sheila Vega Memorial Campground, is within about two miles of the post, is planted on the right side of the road, along with arrows pointing in the directions of Primero, Morcia, Govitz and back to Chilcenne. The distant smell of small Wiggler droppings is in the air.

There are no signs of Wiggler hunters nearby.