[A simple nod of the head signifies the ex-turk's assent, and he adjusts himself to take the offered path as he finishes with the very last of the feeders. The sack of feed he had carried was almost spent by now- so he decides to tip the last of it on the ground. Some creature would enjoy it, probably. Even if it's just the native insects.]

...I'll need to know a few things. The acreage, for a start. Where the boundaries begin and end. Also any weak points in them. What's around us. Access routes- any ways we might be snuck up upon.

[Sorry, Nanaki. What started as a nice walk is now a tactical discussion.]