"Massive, muddy and sodden? Sounds very fine, indeed. Good to see you're open minded enough to warm up to our barbaric Southern ideals," He chuckles, putting a bit of distance between himself and the elf so they might cover more ground and, ideally, be able to spot bears or anything else that might want to kill them with a little more efficiency.

He shuffles a few stray planks of wood he comes across with the toe of his boot, but upon closer inspection it definitely isn't what they're looking for.

"Maybe not an elf thing, no, but I thought assassins were supposed to be light on their feet. Agile." Face it, getting stuck in the mud was less than graceful.