Huh, saving the world indeed. For whom, I wonder? Let it burn, and reveal the truth. Let us make a new world.
'This sight makes me reconsider my equipment. Since we've stopped, this might be a convenient place to rest for a moment, and if I could have some help with my armour, that would be much appreciated.'
If Raif has some help, he dons his armour, and takes a quick drink from his waterskin, mounts Filofax, then continues to ride.
As they make their way onward, Raif pulls out his food parcel to finish off the grain, and finds it full.
'Hey, I've got someone's food parcel by mistake - I'd eaten most of mine, this one's full!'