Northstar Vale Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things

Bastian is quick to gather his things to him, still suspicious of his current employers. He is not wary of their intentions — that never makes a difference to him — no, he was more afraid of his limited supplies of plants. Supplies were still low, and he guarded them viciously. The bag that bore them was wearing thin — the first large prey that they took down, he would take the pelt for his own — but it would bear the weight of what herbs and tools he had left to bring to their final destination. Los geht's! He muttered, gesturing for Bane to lead the way.