Yep! The man who handed it to her doesn't look at all relaxed by her doing this.

"...I take it you don't want me to clean all your dishes for you," she says. After she's downed the water.

"Rather you didn't."

"Suit yourselves. Where are you headed?"

"New Lawton, with a pit stop at Kenton."

"Can I join you? I wouldn't know how to get anywhere from here."

"Hrmph, if you insist. There's room in the back wagon, don't go futzing around with our goods."

Whoever this is they have abilities and it's probably more dangerous to refuse them than to offer them a ride but really he'd prefer neither option.

"Thanks." She sits in the back wagon and tries not to be a bother.

The back wagon is somehow even filthier than what she's seen before! The floor has dirt and hay and the boxes stacked haphazardly are hardly better. Worst of all there's a truly noxious smell wafting in from the shady front of the compartment that combines the worst of sweat, feces, and piss.

Wow. She is going to be enough of a bother to fling all that crap away from her when it approaches her person, but her feet hurt enough that she's not going to like, complain out loud about the smell.

The wagons get started moving again, jostling her and the cargo some.

Yeah, jostling is fine, her weird dream power is adequate to the task of steadying her enough that she doesn't clonk her head or faceplant into the hay.

A particularly intense bump is followed by a sharp intake of breath from something in the front.

...peek.

In the shadowy front of the wagon, behind a few boxes, she can see a cage that at first glance appears to contain some sort of animal but, after Pelape's eyes adjust a bit more the darkness, she can see is, in fact, a child. A child with hair that's long and wild and full of debris and skin so covered with dirt that it takes a moment to realize that under it all the child is unhealthily pale. The horrid stench emanates from the child and the floor of their cage.

"What in the world is going on with the kid?" says Pelape in a remarkably controlled voice under the circumstances. For an Amentan.

"Cargo." calls back the driver of the wagon. "There's a stick back there if it's making a racket or something."

"Cargo?"

"Yes? You're getting this ride free missy, don't go insisting we only carry goods you approve of while you're our guest. You can do that on your own time but I've no interest in arguing it."

The child meanwhile stares with wide eyes at Pelape.

"I'm, uh, trying to assess how far I am from home, quite apart from my personal approval trafficking in people would be thoroughly illegal where I'm from."

"There are parts where that's true but not these ones." Probably - it's not like they checked with all the locals on their route before they agreed to do the delivery.

"Is this kid special somehow that it's legal in this case?"

"Special enough someone wanted it enough to pay us."

"Any idea why?"