"No objections." Came Hugh. "Let's go." With that the barbarian of a man swung himself into the saddle of his large horse. He steered the reins to point in the direction of the north road. He caught Icies neat comment, that went like [i]"This? Seriously this lot is the best we could get?"[/i] 

In his younger days, he probably would have responded with a simple [i]shut the fuck up[/i], but caring about these kinds of things was no longer his fashion. Now, it was time to head out. There was one thing pressing on his mind, though. "So does anyone else have whiskey?" He spoke up.