"So would a lot of folks I know. You met Guts? He's eight feet tall and carries a sword the size of a train car." That's a little bit of an exaggeration, but not much. "I don't got any intention of ending our interactions."

He brings the horse to a canter as they get out of the fog and towards the woods. "I reckon this is where I leave you so I can get back and see if there are any stragglers left in there. Folks are moving north through that passage. You sure you're alright?"