Kassandra does have a good bit of first aid practice, fortunately.

Having friends is very good.

When one can manage it.

Next: boat?

Boat. Unless he's decided he'd rather swim.

Tempting but no.

Then Kassandra will hire them a captain. She's not shy about spending money freely- one can always earn more.

Kassandra is a delight with good and correct money opinions.

Taking the long perspective is immortality's advantage.

It has many advantages and this is certainly one.

Boat!

It's tempting, briefly, to spend the whole short trip admiring the scenery, but in fact as soon as the ship weighs anchor he is promptly distracted by the novel opportunity (thanks to not being stuck shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of other soldiers packed into rows in the rain) to instead go running around the deck in the sunshine attempting to befriend everything that moves.

He does not know anything about any boat-specific tasks, which may slightly interfere with this strategy, but he is competent to perform the task Lift Heavy Object and he will gleefully volunteer to do so if it will encourage people to tell him about their lives, their families, their favorite songs, cool stuff that happened to them while sailing, etcetera.

It being a fine, clear day and the crossing a simple one, the captain does not object too strenuously. The crew are mostly... bemused, in a observing-puppy sort of way.

Eh, works for him. Being treated as some sort of small dumb Creature is pretty much just the basic peasant experience. 

Soon enough, they're back to Merrie Olde England. Kassandra hands over the balance of the passage fee, and they can be off.

Ah, England, his beloved home. Less Olde and more Merrie by the day, if Hob gets his way. 

Next item on the agenda, getting from Dover to London, where one can find passage in all sorts of directions. It's a long trip, especially if you can't afford to either buy or keep a horse. 

"If it were just me I'd find somebody to be a caravan guard for, that work for you?" 

"Entirely acceptable. Though I'm fairly sure we'll have to settle for less than our market value."

"Our... what, sorry?" 

In his (admittedly fairly limited) experience, prices for things are set by whoever is in charge deciding that that is how much they will pay, which is sometimes related to how much they can get away with but not really related to anything to do with the thing having an objective value. When he was a small child people in his village went to jail for trying to demand higher wages. 

"The amount of money that, theoretically, someone would be willing to pay to ensure we were on the side of guarding the goods rather than stealing them."

Puzzled blink. "Like if you threatened them?" People do often give you more money if you threaten them but this also frequently causes you to get arrested if you are not Kassandra. 

"It's more of a metaphorical threat."

He's not... one hundred percent sure what a metaphor is either... but he'll take her word for it.

"Huh. All right. Well, it'll be enough to be getting on with either way, I imagine."

"Yes, I don't think it will be a problem."

Then off to find such a caravan!

Does Hob want to do the negotiating or shall Kassandra?

He will do this one! He is familiar with the process and is reasonably up to date about what's considered a reasonable wage for caravan guards versus a ripoff.

And also it would be nice to feel useful, Kassandra is so cool that he's starting to feel a little selfconscious.

Fair enough. She will defer to his expertise here.