Tobias looked up to see where the voice came from and was surprised to see a short and rather frail looking teenage boy. The accent was foreign. The conversation... random. Tobias glanced over his cart, to see if there was anyone near it, possibly trying to steal goods. It did seem to him that the boy's incoherent question and comments were meant as a distraction.

"Aye... I do," he said slowly, glancing between the boy and his load. He wasn't going to get something nicked off of him a second time. "What do you want?"

The horses stopped drinking and moved back and forth nervously.