Rimau's expression turned a little uneasy when Mysaren started talking about the transportation, or lack thereof. Don't get him wrong, Rimau was not lazy at all, no matter what the macho sword-swinging types said. It was just the weather he was worried about. It might make him act erratically, a thought that was enough to distract him from Mysaren's comment on his little joke. Or maybe it instead distracted her from his uneasiness.

"Alright, well... walkin' it is, I s'pose." He conceded, rubbed the back of his neck. Sure, she mentioned she could find something else, but what were the chances? Horses didn't really like the old lizard, anyway, they always got worked up around him for some reason. Three-hundred-and-three years old and he still hadn't figured out why. 

"I should confess, I ain't too big on mountains an' such." He said with added honesty. "Too cold. An' us Zizz, we get real pissy when it ain't warm an' dry. It ain't nothin' personal if I start criticisin' life itself, heheh. Sooner we get t'where these dumbasses are, th'better, wouldn'tya say?" He finalised, restoring his previous optimism. Rightly so, of course. Between him and this lady, he was sure that these dumbasses would stand no chance. Even if she wasn't that good.

Placing his now-empty Pipe back in its place on his belt, Rimau walked across the wooden floor, now a bit clearer, and poked his long neck out the window. He coughed slightly, since it felt like he stuck his head into a bowl of dirt and tumbling rocks once it was out the window. Even though the city looked quite clean compared to the Tavern... another weird thing. It also seemed a lot brighter outside when inside, but when actually outside Rimau noticed it was overcast for the first time.

"Well, I'm guessin' that's the mountain range..." He said, pointing at said mountains visible to east, just over the town walls, and waving for Mysaren to observe with his other hand. "...Considerin' it's the only damn mountain range in sight an' all. Whad'you think?"