Saddled and ready for the road, there was little to keep Alessandro from riding off into some misadventure or another as Leobardo might put it. Of course, he was busy yawning and preparing tea for the early morning at which he had been summoned by magic and his lord's will. Not a gripe to be heard he continued about his duties as he was up now and there was no point to be about it. This, of course, left Alessandro largely alone with his thoughts of what was to come and the careful checking of his supplies to ensure he was ready for whatever his new acquaintances at the guild might encounter.

As promised Alessandro arrived early on the morning of the seventh day at Mathias D'Angelo's compound, thoughts lingering on his final instructions to the loyal Leobardo. Lists, names, and plans trickled through his mind, searching for anything he had forgotten.

Deciding he had done all he can it was time to focus on the present. Excitement thrummed through the theurge as entered the facility, men and animals readying itself for the long sojourn. Dismounting he ties the reins of his horse and pack pony off next to the string of other animals and goes in search of either the expedition leader or the one called Amelia.

The bellowing Mathias could be heard above the clamor as porters, adventurers, and other hands in the expedition darted about their appointed tasks. Other task masters could be heard but most were drowned out beneath the organized chaos. A woman's voice could be heard just above the din, however, shouting orders and imprecations against how some of the adventurers had armed and prepared themselves. The sheer volume of both, however, made it easy track them both down in the madness.

The theurge winds his way through the chaos of the assembling expedition, drawn to Matthias' bellowing like a lodestone to magnetic north. He is bemused at the size of the undertaking. He had expected something a little smaller and more agile than this huge company of people. But there was safety and comfort in numbers too.

Eventually he sights the old caravaneer through the crowd and raises his hand in greeting, "Master Mathias! Good morning!"

"Alessandro! Just in time and ready to go I hope?" the large man declared in his boisterous manner, his own attire decided martial and evidently the full extent of his combat attire. It said all it needed to about his expectations of trouble upon the expedition and a hope for anything but. He had much to return to, after all. He gestured with a hand to the gathering caravan and the garish colours that came with it as a result. Beneath the chaos, there was an evident order to it all that made it all have that distinct hint of the professional despite the madness it might represent to an untrained observer.

"I am! I just need to find my assigned minder in this chaos!,"jokes da Vigo as he turns his head looking for Amelia.

It was a pleasure to see the man operate. Alessandro's own House had specialized in overland routes deep into the interior of Arcem and his father had made sure he knew the ins and outs. A number of faces were recognizable from the time before misfortune took Alessandro's House. Some were friendly, some not, but all were intent on their jobs and that was fine with Alessandro.

"Anything you want me to know before we head out?"
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Chaos was a good word for it as it continued to spiral outward with the last of the preparations. The order becoming just a little more evident as every man found time to idle now or the final check lists were nothing more than reviewing a manifest of one kind or securing a tie of another. The voices of the officers becoming a little more apparent as final orders were issued and the voice of a woman just a little more prominent and catching Alessandro's eye. Light haired, feral eyed, and clad in the fitted plate of a seasoned campaigner; she stood out from the rest. The length of steel at her hip, a broad longsword with just a hint more agility than the meat cleaver that Mathias' called a sword.

"Ha! You'll find her, boy. She ain't hard to spot." Mathias said with a clap of a meat hand on Alessandro's shoulder and another gesturing out towards the armored woman standing upon the crates to guide the flow of work.

"As to keeping anything in mind, you're a smart enough looking lad for someone out of your master's academy. I imagine you took the time to study a bit on where we're heading? Only other thing I ought to say to keep in mind is just keeping your steel close at hand and sleeping a little lightly. We've been happened upon before in the night and survived as everyone was quick to scramble."