Ebric peers at the forest, then at the plains, trying to get a feel for how limited their vision might be.  He feels under his cloak to see how wet his clothes might be.  With a glance at the road, which is turning into mud, he responds; "Your probably right.  I hadn't considered the shape the road might be in with tree roots and downed trees.  If this keeps up we will need better shelter tonight though.  We can't all fit in or under the wagon."