The noises of Aiven approaching were noticeable long before he himself drew into view - even someone without an elf's keen senses would have known he was coming. He rode carefully around the corner, his horse taking each step with unusual care. All the same, it seemed like branches bent to get in his way, and even small holes appearing out of nowhere to trip up the horse. Seeing the others gathered, he stopped and dismounted to lead it by hand; the branches, roots, and other obstacles now impeding only him instead of his mount.<br/><br/>"Apologies, it took me an excessive amount of time as usual to gather all my scattered belongings, then regather them, and rearrange them the way I had put them the first time. I was quite happy to adopt a household lifestyle again, in large part from the hassle involved with packing. On the bright side, I also found my old traveling spoon, so we won't lack for meals along the way to our destination. Do we know what that might be, incidentally?"