The Price of the Bargain, and Education

Gerald rode in the wagon back to Portal as the morning went closer towards the afternoon.  The sleeping Hermina Dor in the back as well as supplies.  The horses were tired, but he knew they would be taken care of by the skeletons after they were properly unsaddled. (Skeletons can do a lot, but things that require a delicate touch should usually be left to the living, as they don't have the skin and nerves)  He unloaded the carts with care, handing them to several of the non-magi and the skeletons who helped them.  'I'm amazed how quickly the people have gotten used to the undead in their midst.'  He didn't bother getting out of the wagon himself, however.  He was exhausted, and it showed on his face.  A vampire had offered to take control of the wagon, but he had refused because it was getting too close to dawn.  (The Vampires were now covered and laying in the other wagons that were coming up behind him.  There they would have to stay until it was dark outside.)