"Thanky, Father, Sahr. I guess I can take you all the way now." The ride is long and bumpy, and if ay of you smell another single onion again it will be too soon, but you do make it to your destination without incident.
Those of you riding your own mounts do not have to wait on the onion cart, by the way, and you [there being at least two of you as I recall] are free to scout the forward area, to the sides, or anywhere else within, say, a ride of an hour or two.