Fiona's attention was drawn away from the map by the voice of Hanzo, who had appeared out in front of the inn, looking ready to depart. She nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, we found these at the camp. Sister Agnes let me know that the horses and the wagon are ours to use, to help speed things along." Her own horse stamped his foot lightly a few times beneath her, and Fiona reached down to pat the side of his neck. "Except Liam here, he's mine."

She looked back to the other horses, awaiting riders, if anyone wanted one. "They're good animals; not like they knew what they were being used for. As for the wagon, we can always use it to carry those that don't want to ride, as well as any excess supplies we gather, or other things we want to bring along with us."