Wolfgang nodded his gratitude, then began packing away a few extra bits that had been left the night before, before retrieving the end of a loaf of bread from a different bit of his pack.
"We might as well eat this before we move on," he said quietly. "It won't last much longer, and I've got a tiny bit of butter we can put on it." He produced said small piece of butter and a knife.
Morgaine, swathing herself in her cloak and adjusting her various possessions, looked up in surprise at being spoken to.
"The bridge? Perhaps... It is hard to say, it would've been an hour's walk before, perhaps an hour and a half, if traffic were good and the roads not too crowded. With everything so badly damaged, I'm less sure, but at worst, perhaps three hours, if we are where I think we are," she said. "This district is.... Sprawling, at best."