[ While Thancred raises an eyebrow at the bout of sneezing, he doesn't make a comment about it, now more focused on the task at hand. Making jests is all well and good, but they are here for a reason.

The horse breed names had been foreign to him when he first arrived, but Thancred has spent enough time at the stables to know now. He nods to Reno. ]

It should have a golden coat and a white mane and tail. Thankfully, those colors should stand out rather starkly in these woods.

[ With Dante heading off to the north, Thancred places a few of the withered ferns into his pack and then stands, taking off in the opposite direction. ]

Don't stray too far, and call out if you find aught of note.