I spotted a man with uncommonly long legs approaching from the north, covering the distance between us in far fewer strides than I would have thought possible.  A felt hat sat upon his head, which he carefully removed to wipe the sweat from his somewhat large, pale brow.  I was impatient for news of my return, but held my tongue, knowing that whatever news the man had for me, would be shared when it was time.  There is no use hurrying anyone along, that much I understood.