Micah opened his eyes, hearing the guard speak up. "Thank-you, I'll try. Be careful." he answered and stared out the window. A desert kingdom, he did well in bringing the fan along. He had been reluctant to bring it along because he didn't want it stolen. But he had his dagger thanks to his mother's quick thinking so he should be fine. His father had showed him how to use it, it was a perk of having a thief as a father. Well a retired thief anyway. He closed his eyes once more and tried to rest. Micah missed his parents already, but his father was always good at cheering up his mother so Micah knew they'd be okay. At least he wasn't completely alone, he still had his trusty guard with him.