Upon hearing the old man's words, Brechin frowns inwardly, then politely listens to the aged figure's speech, smiling and nodding in supposed appreciation. His mentor had always told him to listen well to those older than he.
Once the old man had finished his rant, Brechin thought about his options.
Hrm..... I have no horse and my funds will hardly cover the cost of a new one. I wonder if any of these townsfolk would lend me one of their's if I promise to return it once we are done?
Seeing the halfling lead off the dead man's horse to the store, Brechin moves to the crowd of villagers and asks if any would spare him a mount, so that he may arrive all the quicker to see off the orcs, who, may even move on to Yorkshire once they are done in Rivertown!? The more swiftly we arrive at Rivertown fair folk, the better chance we have of slaying the enemy and saving Yorkshire!