Lucas was in the air, hovering a few feet off of the ground as he looked over the group. Nice bunch of people. He thought. It's gonna be hard to keep pace with these guys. He frowned, trying not to pull too far ahead. Maybe I should just sit on top of the caravan? He wondered, trying to keep level. It'd be easier on me, and less stupid-looking for everyone else.
He seemed out of place; a wolf amongst sheep. It was easy to see why his presence would put people on edge, to say nothing of what would happen when they reached their destination. No doubt he would be regarded with suspision at the very least, if not attacked outright. He had a few questions for Edynol, too, but decided to keep them for later.