Running debate

"We ride my ass..." Antion muttered, running right beside Layn and Markus. "If we were going on foot from the very beginning, why give us hope that there would be something to ride on?" he asked, although in a voice too silent for either of the camp's leaders to hear.

That was the sad truth about the expeditionary force. Even though it was nearly a hundred men strong, without any sort of mount to ride on, their speed was just as one would expect, slow. Even if every single member of the party had a respectable strenght and endurance to their name, that didn't allow them to overcome the gap created by an absolute lack of horses or mounts of other kinds. 

"What will we do if the distance will be too great?" Markus asked, paying no attention to Antion and other whining warriors. "Even if we keep our leisure pace, men are still going to be tired," he said, casting a quick glance at the state of their group.