Eric
Xel'Quinn Oathmoon
The woods near Sonder

When the bandit crew got word of new orders, the contingent of ruffians began moving out at the behest of the fledgling Lord. 
The air around the camp seemed to release tension as they finally had a chance to move 
Quinn refrained from smiling as this was his first dealing with these kinds of individuals and was seemingly quite successful at it. 
Things were going to plan 

"When you and your men get to Nighmont hold, Commander Landon will brief you on your assignments understand? I expect you to pass that message down to your subordinates"
And before the leading man could Quinn walked away, beginning the short hike back to the road, where the carriage rested, guarded along side the Oathmoon soldiers.

The group was not exactly subtle, stomping on twigs instead of avoiding them, shouting and laughing.
As the tension left the group
Sean
***Harlow Trueman***
***Somewhere on the roads in South Feyshore***

Harlow was finishing up his food, when a distant sound caught his attention. However, Whitefoot must've caught it first, as his eyes had already been scanning the treeline. Keeping watch for any kind of danger. Harlow smiled. He loved how protective Whitefoot was of him. He truly was a gift from Cenja. However, that smile had quickly vanished as the noises got louder. Distant voices, laughter, shouting. They weren't trying to hide their presence at least. Maybe that's a good thing..? Or maybe a bad thing..? Harlow didn't know. He was naive to what the outside world from his village was actually like.

He quickly put out his fire and wrapped up his meager belongings into a sack before letting out a whistle, motioning Whitefoot to stay close. He put his remaining belongings on his horse, tying it to the saddle. A man who was used to travelling the roads, and experienced in it, would probably know better than to follow a large group of men travelling through the woods, but Harlow wasn't experienced. But he *Was* Curious. He wanted to see them for himself. *Plus, how bad can people really be?* He wondered. He glanced at Whitefoot. "And anyways, no one's gonna mess with me with you around boy." He said out loud, as if Whitefoot understood what he was saying. 

After double checking his camp, making sure he had everything packed up, including his staff which was now strapped to the side of the horse for easy access, as well as a bow and quiver on the other side of the horse, for more easy access, he mounted his horse and followed the sounds of the crew of men, which wasn't difficult. They were pretty loud. And Whitefoot seemed pretty eager to check them out as well, as he padded further ahead, keeping to the shadows and bushes.

It didn't take long for Harlow to catch up. However, he attempted to keep himself hidden within the trees. He pulled his cloak over his head, and stayed well behind the group. But close enough to keep them in sight. Harlow had also lost sight of Whitefoot, but he wasn't worried. Whitefoot knew better than to attack without Harlow's command. Odds were, Harlow was well within Whitefoot's field of view. And that's all that mattered. 

He attempted to try and count how many people were with the large group of men, and checked his coin purse. He still had quite a bit of coins leftover from his time in Araedia. Perhaps he could make a trade with the group? To encourage an interaction? *I'd best watch them for a bit first. Make sure that it's safe to approach.* He decided.
Eric
The leader of the bandit group snarled at Xel'Quinn feeling as if his command role was being taken away from him by a much younger whelp. 
Still, Quinn kept a neutral expression on, as to not aggravate the leader further 
"I know what you think of me "

"An stupid brat who has no business being in command"
The leader quickly retaliated and Quinn stared at him with a rather dissatisfied look to his face
"Had you said that to my father he would have killed you in front of your men, right here, then dragged your body back to Nighmont hold, only to feed you to our dogs. 
But I'm not that man, I never was. So here is what is going to happen with you-"

An Oathmoon crossbowmen hailed Quinn then placed the palm of his hand on his chest 
"Grand Duelist"
"Captain"

"The Commander wants to speak with you, he has a suggestion and wishes to speak to you in private"
Quinn scrunched his eye brows and nodded once
"Tell him once we're on the road we can talk"
The captain nodded in kind and jogged off. 
"As I was saying- instead I will make sure you are in the vanguard of the assaults I send you to do and if I hear any arguments you'll learn first hand how my father delt with insubordination, Don't forget why you're here."
He then held his breath before saying
"Get out of my sight now"

The leader did not wish to risk his position by commenting so with a snaral simply backed away. 
Which gave Quinn room to take a deep breath and close his eyes
Before scanning the area around him for scouts. 
"No one" He whispered 
"Good.."