"All the same, I'll take this soreness --" Eleazar rubs a shoulder kinked from sleeping on lumpy ground last night. "Over the soreness of riding a horse and arriving faster. The one time I've ridden far at all, I felt battered for nigh a week. I don't know how cavalry handle it." The half-elf's expression is full of remembered pain for a moment before he laughs at himself. "Heh, of course, I'm sure they'd say the same about my work."