Gotrek shrugs. "Thorek's lads did some amazing work on the boilers, setting up runes to shunt heat out of one compartment into the boilers so we've got a freeze-room for meat and need much less coked peat to keep the boilers going at full steam, but we only broke even trading peat storage for meat storage, and then we needed powder and shot for the cannon. We went heavy on the former at the expense of the latter because if we've got powder but no shot we can still fire gravel or scrap metal or what-have-you. The mother-ship helped, but if we rely only on stores we'll be down to stonebread by halfway."
"You're telling me we've got enough food to get there, but nothing for the return trip?"
"That's one way to put it. I've been trying to convince myself that it just means Borek has faith in this deal you struck with the horsemanlings, and in the ability for these Knights to hunt and gather."
You grimace, but then shake your head. "Whether he does or not, it should work out. Either the Dolgan stick to their side of the bargain and supply food, or they keep their distance and then the Knights are more than capable of rustling a herd or two of cattle, or they decide to attack us, and each of them is sitting atop a lot of meat. Horse isn't exactly tasty, but it'll fill bellies."
"Aye, that's what Snorri has been saying. 'Four horses a day' is what he reckons, and that if we can't take on four Kurgan a day we should all shave our heads and join the lads in the Urmskaladrak."
"I'm hoping none of the events of the next few months lead anyone down that road."