Barnabas looked uncomfortable as he hefted his heavy backpack onto his shoulders.
"I don't like this master..."
"Oh stop whining boy!" Said Tamryn, before messily blowing his nose again. "You'll be fine! Kralla here is more than capable, and so is master Tellerick. You're just going for spiritual support. Nothing more."
"If you say so master."
"Now; you've refilled your flask with holy water?"
"I've got a big one, a bag of small ones and my book, master."
"Good. Now put this in your bag as well." He handed Barnabas a small bone wrapped in feathers.