[Compared to a lot of vehicles, this one travels relatively slowly considering that top speed involves the truck almost shaking itself apart, but that's also a comparison that Ches assumes will escape Claude, who doesn't seem to have a lot of knowledge about higher traveling speeds. He gives the other man an easy smile, shaking his head.]

No doubt. For reference, a galloping horse goes about 45 kilometers an hour. So this is about three times as fast as that? Top speed anyway. Average speed's about 100.

[Thankfully, the traditional type of war is something Ches has never experienced. War with the Wraiths, hunters of supernatural creatures, is something he's dealt with though. Then again, that didn't involve a lot of marching. Mostly just horror.

The talk of mounts is a lot more interesting though.]

Wow. I think flying's got this old thing beat for sure. It just moves along the ground like a wagon. Man, I wonder if my world has pegasi and wyverns, hidden off somewhere in some remote part of the world. That'd be so cool.

[When Claude introduces himself, Ches offers his hand for a shake, still with that easy smile. This place, his Domain, sets him at ease, makes smiling like that feel natural. Simple.]

I'm Ches. Nice to meet you too.