Farael, in a green tent by the hills' edge, is with a council of some of his senior knights, discussing their next move, but Farael is as ever informal and does not mind visitors- especially a man of some note like Menelacar.
Farael says the supply situation is a disaster all over. The decent supplies are all going to Lord Morsire's Northern army. True, the greater need is there, but this is far beyond that; Farael's enemies must be shutting him out. They want him to fail.
"But it could take weeks just to get fresh horses, let alone solve the other problems," he says.
Other than 'no' (obviously horses have been asked for, and you have no political power to change the subsequent decision), the time involved does not change from what Farael said.
"I need many, many scouting parties," says Farael. "One would be useless. I'll be asking for volunteers to do the work on foot."