She blinks, at Chess comment, having trouble telling if she's serious or not, then shakes her head. "Alright, good night, then."<br/><br/>The night passes uneventfully, and the next day, thanks to Urlag's spell, they make incredibly good time along the roads. About midday, they pass what looks like it was once a large caravan, though now it's two carts, three loose horses, and about thirty people, trudging along, slowly; some of them, especially the guards, look fairly beaten up.