Abir broke into a fit of laughter, holding under his solar plexis as the laughter hurt his ribs.<br/><br/>Zaruk chuckled as well and gave Alden a gentle nod of his head.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry..." Abir said between fits of laughter. "Am I suited for a journey? Ha!" He laughed again. "Oh, my sweet, you are the funniest man in all the world, I swear! Asking the prince of a nomadic tribe if he is suited for a journey." Abir wiped a tear from his eye and fought to stop his laughter. "Alden, my love, you need not worry about me. I am well-suited to all sorts of travel. As for dangers that might befall us, well, one does not survive as a traveling band of merchants carrying fifty kings' ransoms among them without many a serious warrior. Every member of this tribe is trained with all manner of weapons, especially the princes."