Bek rises well before the sun. He puts his arrow back into it's place in the quiver. He lights up a small fire in the hearth of his room and sets his iron near it. He fills his wash basin and takes off his shirt, rinsing it in the water to remove any crushed blood. Once the iron is hot enough, he flattens his clothes and makes certain they look crisp. As hi shirt dries, he takes his armor and some saddlesoap and cares for the leather, using a well kept rag to wipe off the excess. He tests the joints for their soft quiet purr and oils any that creek. He dresses, then slides the armor on, and finishes by reaffixing the candle to his shoulder, should he need to find his way through the dark, literally and figuratively. He stows his gear and is putting on his pack when there is a knock at the door. He eats of the breakfast provided thoughtfull and reflects on this bane while gazing at the gem he was given as payment. Before long, he puts it away and with a final thoughtful gesture, he makes sure his eyepatch sits cunning and heads down the stairs and sees that the group has gotten one human larger.
As Bek makes his way to the mounts, he finally sees something that makes him remember a happier time. Not only has Bane gotten a riding dog but he got a Kriegshetzer, one of the war dogs of the halfling tribes he once hailed from. A mostly black dog with well-defined mahogany or rust-colored markings, the Kriegshetzers were as friendly to masters as they were fierce to their enemies. As Bek neared the dog, he held out a downturned hand, offering it to the dog to sniff at. After a quick sniff and an even quicker lick, Bek approached the dog and ran his hand under his muzzle, petting him. He leaned in real close and whispered, "I shall name you Tyburn regardless of what any other has called you." Almost as in agreement, the big dog turns his head and licks Bek in the face, leaving a big trail of salive accross the halfling's face.
Bek hides a smile behind his stern gaze. He can't let the heathens see him as weak. He simply pets the beast and then mounts up, pull his reins to the side to see the others mount. He ears perk up when he hears Bane say there is even another and one that is strange enough to warrant a private entrance in the cover of the forest. Bek would keep his ears and eyes peeled for funny business. It wasn't that he mistrusted his patron, more that he was always paranoid so that it may help warn him early of the dangers around the corners.