"Hrm. A week of travel? You're sure?" Disbelief colored Tilgrund's tone as they kept on their way, having kept the horses at a relatively normal pace. Though he knew that they had no need to move any faster or with any more hurry than necessary, the half-orc couldn't help but feel that they were moving far too slow. It was a typical problem whenever he and Brynyr traveled, while he always had patience, more oft than not Tilgrund would grow... Antsy.
He swallowed the building angst and complaints, instead shrugging his shoulders and speaking just before Brynyr could get a word out. "Y'know what, never-you-mind. I trust you and your map," he continued on in a hushed mutter, "I just wish we would have some amount of excitement whilst we travel." A long sigh left his mouth, breath fogging the air before him as the favored weather of winter began.
Snow, falling from the sky with snowflakes large and thick began their drift from the heavens to the ground below. After two more hours of riding, the land before and behind them had become clung to by frost and white. Tilgrund had stayed mostly quiet throughout the day, breaking it occasionally to ask Brynyr to ‘tell me somethin’ I don’t know?’. He often asked of such from his brother, if only to help pass the time as his sibling would teach him about random odds and ends, numbers and topics of magic that Tilgrund still hadn’t quite grasped yet.
It was as the sun began setting that Tilgrund made the comment to set up camp, leading Shikite to the side of the road they had been traveling and tying the horse to a nearby oak. He helped his brother set up their tents, looking to Brynyr to aid in the starting of the fire while he would take care of cooking for the evening.
The snow had stopped minutes before, though the world was quiet and heavy with silence, and as the stars began glinting in the sky above, Tilgrund found himself oddly content. Ladle in the tin-pot he used for cooking the stews they ate while out of towns or cities.