He looked down at the food left uneaten and sighed. "If you prefer peace and quiet, perhaps it was curiosity that brought you out here in the first place?"

But the quiet did sound like a thing. There were days like this when he wished he had Obsidian here to ride on. He looked around momentarily at the crowd, and back to her having thought of his trusty and faithful companion.

"Do you have horses where you're from?" And then he wondered if somehow his horse could be sent or he could wish it or put in a request for it to the wizards some way. That would help a lot.