Rolf scanned the map lustily, his eyes moving quickly back and forth across it, trying to memorize it.  He watched the path that Sarge traced, and murmured to himself, "Hundreds of miles," stroking his beard thoughtfully with a smile.  

Many had things to say, when Gideon spoke up, Rolf waved a hand at him, "My sentiments.  You asked us to pack for a journey, so I am packed.  You asked us to come to the meeting, so I came.  You ask us to go, and I will go."