Gathering his belongings had not taken long, only a few minutes. Afterall, what did he actually have that was his? Four shirts, one of which was Cynric's and the other was one that Mandy made him. Who knew where the other two had come from. He had a journal, which now needed a hiding place considering what he suspected of his new master. There was the two trousers he had, the few pairs of socks and shoes, underwear too. Then there was the letter from his mother, which he hid within his journal. All of his things fit into the one pillow case he was using to transport them.
Not scowling at Zacarias was difficult though, and thankfully he just coughed at the lingering smell of cigarette smoke instead. If he could just figure the man out though, that would have made Ernie happy, but he supposed that came with time. Time he certainly did not want to spend with his master, but would eventually have to.
"That stuff's bad for you," he muttered and looked around for where his room was. "It can kill you."