"Like a tortoise." Tuo lifts his chin, his smile all light whimsy. "One may never accuse me of traveling light." Perish the thought.

He unfolds himself from where he sits comfortably tucked on the edge of his wagon, swings his legs over the side, and picks his way through the snow so that he isn't forced to strain his voice to chat with the young man. "What is it you're looking for?"