"We should arrive around nightfall, so another few hours," Cedrik said, with Sophie in the back of the wagon, keeping an idle lookout... though she looked more like she was dozing. Despite that, the elf decided to get a barb in. "A scorpion? Those aren't dangerous, unless you're a small rodent," she teased, clearly meaning the small, palm-sized variety... not the<em>horse</em>-sized one that she'd dealt with!