Even Moreau himself was just a little bit uneasy about traversing the jungle at night -- it's not something he made a regular habit out of. Night travel was nothing new to him, but going around outside of the fences made him put his guard up a little.

"It's a little fat horse," Alphonse says in response to Barnabus with a wicked smile etched across his face, "I could probably get a few tender steaks out of it." Oh, how wretched of him! Conspiring with a newcomer to eat Alva's prize horse. He giggles again, this time making sure not to fall backwards.

"I am quite fine," reassures the surgeon, holding the liquor case closer to his body. "I just need to remind myself to look ahead, without this light I would be quite blind, even moreso than without my glasses. I will try not to do that again."

The sound of a stream can be heard, meaning that the trio are getting close to the compound along the mountain. The ground feels a lot dryer and even a bit more rocky. A wrought-iron fence can barely be seen up ahead in the dim candlelight.