Bobin reclines as comfortably as he can near the rear of the wagon. He alternates between watching the countryside slowly move by, and dozing off the effects of a little too much drink the night before.

"Oh, it shouldn't be more than two or three days now, as long as the weather holds up. I know, I'm looking forward to being back as well." Bobin stretches out his arms languidly, adjusting slightly. "If I were you, I'd try get as much relaxing done as possible. I know I will. I'm sure the Mayor will have plenty for us to do."

Bobin pulls his hat down to shade his eyes, mumbling "If only I could dim the Sun a little..."