Well excuse me for being late to my own mystical kidnapping. Next time let's sync calendars. [his sarcastic response lacks the bite of a genuine reproach though - he's playing along. at her prompting, he makes slightly more of an effort to scout around, stuffing his feet hastily into his shoes, grabbing his clothes and trying his best to ignore the cold - he completely failed to get dressed.]

Okay, okay, I'm looking... looking... looki-- oh! There's what looks like a path here. A crappy path, but... [he looks up to see where the path leads, and spots a few promising looking buildings some distance away.] ...could be heading to this village you speak of.