Hmm. The Arcology...? Fenrir Headquarters in Japan.

[This really isn't helping, is it.

So it happens that Lenka has to spend a considerable handful of moments wracking his brain for ways to explain his home for someone who knows about horses -- does that mean he's from one of the other branches, far away where the world hasn't been quite as devoured, or is he from someplace else entirely? Judging by what he's seen here in the camp so far... it's probably the latter.

He's still trying to wrap his mind around that too.

His horse... has apparently just been biding its time, waiting for its rider to be distracted. It breaks cheerfully into a trot and Lenka lets out a muffled noise of surprise, reflexively grabbing onto its neck again. Yikes.

So, uh, they might be heading way the hell off-trail. Oh boy.]