Brent
*With the majority of their job completed Shaw had seemed to relax, less tense or anxious from having been chased by men with blades. That would have been particularly gruesome. Having done a quick search of the perimeter he'd gathered what arrows he could find and put them back into his quiver, even taking some that had been fired at him and his allies. Once all was said and done he just found himself waiting for he and Sonja to set off with the rescued Slaves. He sat down and leaned up against the wall of the barn and smiled contently. A good first mission he thought. Simple and well executed but he worried if perhaps some wouldnt always be this easy. Green eyes wandering over towards the large throng of beastkin he watched them with interest. He'd gone from only having seen such people from afar or passing by on roads to working for three for who knows how long and was about to escort well over a dozen. He couldnt help but laugh at the situation and chuckle at the turn of events.*
Philip
*It didn't take long for Sonja to get the newly liberated Ursinoids ready for departure. Though it seemed they might be of her tribe, now was not the time to sit around and talk. If they were not hasty, they might be spotted. That would be bad. Thankfully, they were right on the frontier. And it wasn't as if the border was walled off. All they had to do was guide them along a remote path. Owing to Sonja's excellent scent of smell, that would be a simple task. After having touched bases with the beastkin, she approached Shaw to inform him of their departure.*

*There was a pause as Sonja came to a halt before Shaw, almost towering over him. She spoke up a moment later with her usual flat and serious tone.* "...Are you ready? We're leaving." *Perhaps the first question was rhetorical. It was hard to say.* "The border isn't far, but we best get started now before anyone else comes snooping."
Brent
*With a cheeky smile he looked up towards Sonja and nodded his head. With a jump he stood up and to attention. Like a solider getting ready for inspection almost. The message was rather clear, he was about as ready as one could be for travelling, despite being new he got out luckily without any wounds.* "Wise decision Boss" 

*As he stood there his eyes wandered between Sonja and the other beastkin again. He had a curious look on his face before he tilted his head up so as to speak with her, for a moment he worried Sivne's and Sonja's height may cause next problems but that can be dealt with later.* "Does their p-presence change anything?"
Philip
"..." *Sonja gazed down at Shaw with her icy gaze as he spoke. She found it odd that je was calling her boss now. Maybe Shaw just did that to anyone that seemed to take charge? But she didn't remark on it any further. More perplexing was his question. Sonja wasn't entirely sure who Shaw was referring to, but took her best guess.*

"Snoopers? ...It would. The Upper Mentian nobles wouldn't stand for the 'theft' of their property, especially by other Beastkin. Which is why be must move quickly if we are to see these Ursinoids to the boarder and not wear out our welcome." *Sonja concluded with a nod.* "The others will report back and say we went chasing the bandits."
Brent
*He shook his head. Realising he forgot to point to the matter of his query he gestured his hand towards the beastkin slaves they were to escort. He even nodded his head in their direction.* "I meant them... Sorry. I-I'd be having thoughts had I just rescued f-friends" 

*He gave an apologetic smile in return for his mistake. Hoping he wasnt tiring her patience with his questions he decided they could talk and walk at the same time. Not attempting to take charge of the march but his legs did begin to lead him in the 'general' direction they were going.*
Philip
"...Well, there might not be friends left to think about if we hesitate now." *She stated flatly. Sonja didn't recall mentioning that she knew these people. Hopefully Shaw hadn't assumed they were friends solely on account of their bear ears. In any case, there was little time to dwell on such matters.*

*Seeing Shaw start to lead the way, Sonja called to the other Ursinoids and motioned for them to follow. She promptly followed after her companion. Given her longer legs, quickly caught up with him. There was silence from Sonja as she led everyone away from the farmstead and towards the tree line, giving the air a sniff.*

"So... Where did you learn to shoot like that?" *She asked, finally breaking the silence.* "The bouncey thing."
Brent
*He decided not to press further. Thinking her comment was a way to put off his line of query. He just tried to keep up a good pace, having to walk slightly quicker then he normally does so as to not slow down this band of tall folk.*

*Once Sonja asked her question he seemed to brighten up. Glad for there not to be an awkward silence he happily responds.* "Father t-taught me the trick... Though the s-shooting was from a poacher" *He with a hint of pride in his voice and expression held his bow out, It was notably yew so a good quality weapon but probably could use more maintenance. It was certainly the most well kept possession he owned but even this was starting to show signs of wear and age. A well supplied archer probably would have gotten a new one by now.*
Philip
*Sonja nodded slowly as she listened to the answers Shaw provided. All the while she led the way, occasionally sniffing the air to make sure they were safe. Thankfully, the breeze blew in their favor. They would be hard to track. The other Ursinoids followed behind their pair of guides.*

"I see. Well, it was... Nifty." *She commented. It seemed that that was as close to a complement as Shaw was going to get.*

*Her own ranged weapon of choice was an Arbalest—basically a giant crossbow. Though, in Sonja's hands it's looked regular sized. The heavy cranked weapon was a stark contrast to Shaw's lighter yew bow. Though, it seemed Sonja would be fine in close quarters too if the axe strapped to her back was anything to go by.*

"...I take it you used to be a poacher too, then?" *Sonja mused idly, stoically concealing her curiosity. It was only natural to want to learn more about their newest traveling companion.*
Brent
*If they werent already walking along itd be more obvious but Sonja could probably see that even those a small compliment the use of the word 'nifty' added a small hop into his step. His smile only grew brighter.* 

*His eyes curiously looked at the Arbalest with awe. The weapon was practically a machine, a deadly one he noted. It was this viewing that made the lad decide he had to get one of his own. Albeit a much much smaller one. In his hands he could probably barely shoot the thing let alone aim well. As for close quarter combat he didnt seem to have anything decent for such an event other than a small short sword/large dagger.*

*He nodded his head at her question. Though he frowned slightly. Never having really applied the term poacher to himself before it seemed wrong. Holding implications he wasnt a fan of.* "I guess... I p-prefer the term hunter. But yes, nearly all my life"
Philip
"...Why might that be?" *Sonja slowly but succinctly asked in turn. The concept of poaching seemed rather odd to her, seeing how her tribe had lived off the land without taking ownership of it. But it certainly didn't seem distasteful to her. Sonja was not fond of nobles, especially Upper Mentian ones. She'd probably have owned up to such a label as a badge of honor.*

*Her icy gaze drifted briefly over Shaw. It was hard to picture the smaller figure as a poacher. Surely he'd struggle battling against multiple guardsmen. But he seemed nimble. Sonja supposed all that a poacher really needed to do was hunt and escape without being caught. And given that revised criteria, she supposed he fit the bill.*
Brent
"One cannot own nature... And poacher also means criminal. I dont like breaking the law" *He shrugged and finished speaking. He said all he thought he needed to really. His tone certainly conveyed a level of dislike to the word poacher and especially 'criminal'. Wether this was from a standpoint of honour or goodness wasn't clear but he made obvious his wish to not be such thing.*

*Quietly he muttered Mentian curses to himself as if trying to find relief as the topic had seemingly made him angry. Absent mindedly a hand came to his hair and he swept his locks in front of his ears. Were he not a Silnari they would have been completely covered but still they pointed out only just.*