Fletcher stands upright, folds his arms across his chest, thrifts through his unshaven stubble at the tip of his chin and says, in a rather amiable sort of way,  "He didn't really pack for adventuring, did he?"  He then turns to look over at Tara.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't happen to have the means to, I don't know, summon a horse-drawn cart, would you?  This is a pretty steep haul."