The mare looked down, her eyes a bit glazed from the heat. The weight probably wasn't helping either—Dust's saddlebags had already been full before she tied a huge plastic crate to the outside. The suit and all James's gear had to weigh twenty kilograms, if not more. "Yeah, Lucky? We're almost there, if that's what you're asking. Tiuj ĉerizarboj are where the urbo komenciĝas."