"Heh. Careful, now. Let's not get too carried away. Are you prepared? Do you have enough supplies? How about your sword?"

The paternal instinct to make sure he's always three steps ahead of Inigo is an easy one to follow, given how often he is prone to thinking in that direction regardless of the circumstance. While he does make it a point to look over Inigo's general gear, ready to supplement anything missing before they set out, he doesn't stop them from leaving the inn - though he's sure to grab a marked map courtesy of the kind owners.

Inigo's excitement can get infectious, after all.

"It looks we have to go west. There."

He points to the imposing collection of tall trees that cover a majority of the cloudy summit leading up the mountain. He crosses his arms.

"...Cozy." Roland quips, dryly.