The river... changed

'Is it fitting to call our group a group, or should I refer to it per caravan already?' I wondered while everyone walked forward, ready to meet with the challenge ahead. 

'Or maybe an army should be an even better fit?' I continued to scour my brain to decide on the most fitting word. 

This was the sad truth about how travel looked like, something that all the novels I read in my past life failed to bring up. 

It was easy to read a passage that said something along the lines of characters spending the night under the night sky or traveling for a few days to reach another city. It was easy to read two paragraphs worth of them getting tired by the constant walk or getting so bored that no talk would stick for longer than just a few exchanges of words. 

But the sad reality of travel actually was limited to just two things, one of which we could avoid only because of our improved physical state.