The Cucumber Lord sighs, as the ship teleports after him instantly. However, before he can make a snyde remark, a hooded figure whispers something into his ear, before retreating out of sight once more, obviously and purposefully concealing it's face and appearance from sight. The Cucumber Lord seems to calm down. "Very well, keep doing that. It's faster than walking." He'd do well to follow his advisor's advice, at least for the time being. He needed someone to guide him where he wanted to go, tedious as it might be, and this person was the only guide available.