"Not a horse, stranger. Horses will get burned by the heat comin' off the stone, be lamed. No fodder for 'em, either. You'll ride a xanathor."

He paused, watching Dominic.

"You should tell the others that yours perished, somehow. Just like horses, men can't survive long over this patch of land either. The heat bakes you, and there's no water. And you didn't have a pack..."

He lifted his brows, a little.