Jameson noticed the uncertainty in Ivan's words and said, "A bow huh? For a boy your age? You'd do fine kid, might even teach Robart here a thing or two.", wanting to keep the boy's confidence up. Jameson then turned to look at the poor horse and then to Robart, "Well... If we don't find a way to get him going soon, might as well eat him, should last all of us 3 days tops, though I'd avoid those nasty hind legs." He paused for a moment to look at the sky, it doesn't seem like the rain is going to stop any time soon, and he's glad that he's no longer in it. "Also, I'm not looking forward to hunting in this weather, and the fog is giving me the creeps."