“... wait... what,” Leo asked immediately after being told the difference between their typical travel pace, and a “Professionals” pace. If the professional was to walk from point a and point be with no breaks, Then he must be insane or immortal. Or likely a just a random hero that has been over hyped through bards tales. “A forced march!? Professionals gauge travel distance... by forced march,” Leo asked still highly confused after taking a moment to stretch his legs, as recommend. The feline did know some form of military jargon, but only because it's a common phrasing.
"Well, scratch out the term sane from our leader's list of descriptions," The thief thought to himself after adjusting to match his pace. This brisk walking speed was familiar enough to him, but he knew better than to believe it would be just a cake walk at this point. The terrain for a straight shot didn't look to bad from the gondola, but he was already doubting that Korius would keep them under such nice conditions for long. The weather that was said to be a scorcher, wouldn't be to much of a problem for Leo. His body being built for much hotter and arid conditions made this feel as if it was a very nice day in the spring. And to help him keep his mind off any pain or burning sensation, he began to allow his mind wonder off to much different times.
"So... where is everyone from," Leo asked aloud. They had about three days walk in just a day in a half. If to help time go by faster, he felt now would be a great time for everyone to start building some form of trust in one another. Or at least get to know each other before anyone else decides that now would be their time to just leave.