Thancred also straps the mask into place, and while he might have groaned at anyone else making adjustments, he doesn't protest when Urianger steps over to check that the headgear is secure. He's a healer, after all, and one who pays close attention to detail with anyone under his care, to say nothing of his valid concerns about this operation after the time he spent on that island.

Thancred slides the gloves on next, considering Urianger's words as he does so. The analogy is a decent one, and while Thancred can see his point, he also understands why making so many trips would not necessarily be feasible.

"I suspect they want them to be moved before they begin to rot even more, and more than that, we only have so many people who have volunteered. I do understand your concern — we'll have to take care as we escort." That's why they're here, after all.

The werewolf directs them out to the wagon, explaining that she and one other will be accompanying them. The other Luna native is waiting near the wagon; a burly werewolf with a much kinder demeanor, he nods to both of them in greeting and introduces himself as Xander. It's quite nippy out there, so you would do good to make sure you're bundled well. He has an extra woven blanket on hand for them to make use of as well, and Thancred greets him and nods to him in thanks.

Also nearby is an older man by the name of Arne Jacobsen. The werewolf woman, who is called Lucia, explains that he's the mortuary surgeon overseeing the entire operation. He grimly bids them farewell and wishes them a smooth trip, explaining that he is entrusting them to deliver the bodies safely.

"Of course," Thancred responds without missing a beat. He presses a hand to his chest and bows his head. "We are well-equipped for this task, and will not let you down."

With that all done, it's time to board the wagon and set off for the four-hour ride. It's going to be a long day.