"I second what Jesper said in terms of wanting to hear all about it. Mostly because it would be the first I've heard of someone here riding other than a horse around. Well - maybe I should say other than the standard horses we're about to get on." Is he missing his wyvern right about now? Yes. Terribly so; not just for not sweltering in the desert at horseback level and horse pace, but also for the convenience of being able to fly in routes going beyond the standard routes and what might come on them.

However, Claude's commentary is dutifully called out over one shoulder so as to not stall while he also goes to retrieve a horse, and he can't help a grin (to himself, this time) over Jesper's comment. For himself he selects a chestnut horse with a white nose, and as the horse snuffles him curiously and helpfully tries to take a bite of his cloak, Claude just pats her patiently. In this, he'll admit being politely chewed on by a horse is vastly preferable to wyvern teeth.

Rusty as he might be in terms of how long it's been since he last rode a horse, Claude also swings himself up into his saddle with one practiced motion borne of muscle memory after securing his belongings to the saddle. All that's left is to adjust the straps to his bow holder and quiver to make sure that weapon's at the ready if or when it's needed, as is the collapsible sword tucked away in his waist sash. While doing so, he casts a glance to each of his teammates in turn.

"Nothing ahead of us but open roads now. Everyone all set?"