"Giant snails?" he echoes. "Quite glad I missed that, if I'm honest. I've read about flail snails though, fascinating creatures. All sorts of alchemical uses, they're naturally immune to both poison and fire so some people breed them and harvest their shells and mucus! I will admit, the snail farming life isn't for me personally, but I can respect those who have the commitment!"

He ducks past the branch John is holding, glances back at the man then ahead of himself with a frown.

"Now, the next important question: if you were a herd of wild horses, where would you be? Perhaps a water source, or some shelter?"