For all his grumbling, verbal poking, odd comments, and what seemed like a borderline sour attitude, he said nothing more as they were finishing and securing the cargo. He trusted them well enough now to get things finished, as he had worked with one of them before, and though he was wary of competition, the fact Nashida was a blacksmith made him trust her in a way he was definitely not going to ever admit out loud to her. He could feel the cart moving, shifting, and shaking, but said nothing, staring forward almost as if he was the ox, simply ready to leave when it was time.
Giving a loud whistle to grab their attention, he looked back at the cargo and nodded.
"Time to move. Keep up."
The man was certainly a bit older than them, not nearly in the same shape as a shinobi, and for all the muscles he had in his arms he had a bit of a tire forming around his gut and waist. Once he had a grip on that cart however and his legs started moving, you wouldn't have known the difference between him and a pack animal, as he had impressive speed not just walking, but jogging, and didn't look to even have a slight problem pulling the weight. Clearly he had been saving up every bit of energy he had for this trip, and no doubt all that coffee was helping things in their own way. There were a few paths to and from him, otherwise he'd have no business to speak of most likely, but they weren't any that would help with this trip. Given the distance and the little to nothing in between, it was far from an interesting trek to boot. He kept quiet, looking only straight ahead to make sure there was nothing to trip him up over slow him down, plowing ahead not at a fast pace by any means, but a pace that seemed to almost never slow or quicken.
Now and then when they passed a tree, or a bit of a hill even, there was movement, subtle, but movement all the same. Nothing was visible, of course some animals dotted around, but the sound was from either side of them, and the constant feeling as if they were being watched.
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