With the sudden and jarring attack from what he initially thought was another horse, turned into a quick realization that not all was as it seemed. Being pushed further in a direction that he had no interest in, he could do little more than stay seated while the hellish ride continued. Before long, a herd of horses appeared ahead of him, and he guessed at the meaning behind it. Close enough for the unicorn to slow as the mare eased into the herd, he slid off quickly and put distance between himself and the body of what he figured were mares. If the unicorn paid him any mind, his hands were up in surrender as he backed away from the gathering, and waited for nature to take its course. He plopped down under a tree and watched. A unicorn was also a rare sight, and he wasn't about to look away out of a long diminished sense of shame. Once enough time had passed, again holding his hands up and assuring he was only after his gear, he would remove his backpack and sword, only to quickly leave the horse behind and follow the tracks back to where the mess had started. Shaking his head with a defeated sigh, he wondered how far he would have to walk now that he was without a mount. He sincerely hoped that the unicorn was some sort of demented greeter for this camp they were supposed to be headed to. If not, it was likely just a continuation of their terrible luck.