'Ah, Fiona.' At  least the brown haired girl was easy on the eyes. Sliding out of the caravan he was in, he approached the girl, giving her a small nod. "Fiona, Seems you're in the same conundrum I am... These horses could not mode any slower." He laughed, shaking his head. "I didn't expect the caravan to be thus... accursedly slow. At least you have a way to pas the time, have enough rocks? By the time we pass this tree, you might just fell it with them." he looked to the tree, thinking even it might move faster then the horses with enough motivation.