Uh-huh.

[He finally uncrosses his arms to shift his weight to the other foot and rub the back of his neck. What the hell is going on here. What's with this man.]

I have a feeling that's not going to be as easy as you think, mon ami. Or did you not hear the bit about Nevron killing wayward wanderers?

[He flicks his eyes up to the sun.]

I'd say you've got about six hours left of sunlight to do your trekking, if that's what you mean.