Prythos, Consumptive Orc Flunky
Prythos's weak, reedy voice peals out like a little toy bell:  "I presume that you mean 'safer' for you, and, in that case I would say travel on the surface would fit the bill.  My own preference, which is of no importance to you vastly superior gentlemen, I know, would be to avoid the surface at all costs.  Prythos sighs heavily, "Still, orders are orders, and I must see to the comfort and convenience of the guests in my land.  I don't suppose that we could travel at night, could we?  No, I guess that would be too much of an inconvenience to ask of you," Poor Prythos says, shaking his head.  {OOC:  I sincerely hope that at least some of you are all beginning to suspect that Prythos has a tendency to lay it on a bit thick.}
OOC:  Welcome Back, Mowgli!  We've been missing you.