As soon as Gareth reached the privacy of his flat, he swore loudly. He paced up and down for a while to cool off, and then started gathering the warmest clothes he had and a blanket. He packed it all in a backpack, secured a revolver in the inside of his coat, and left his home. Quentin had better bring tents, he thought, still annoyed at the prospect of camping. He returned to the inn and waited for the others.