Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**Taemarian road**

Kolec rode up to the front, for he heard it too. Instantly his and Butigan's gaze locked onto Mislav, then shifted some to Amaryllis as she pleaded their master to let it be.
She could feel the mail underneath Mislav's clothes move as his muscles tensed. The man was wide awake unlike anything she'd have seen from him at this point. His silence gave no answers.
An uneasy Kolec inquired his master "Sir... I'd agree with her. Whatever is going on there... I wouldn't want to g-"
The servant fell silent in an instant as Mislavs gaze locked his. Kolec knew the man well enough to tell... Whatever goes down now, he won't be able to persuade him.
Mislav bends to the right, sticking his hand into one of the travelsacks, adressing everyone present with a stern voice "Something serious is going down... I will not stand idle. We dismount now, for silence. Kolec, take the cattle and the lady to the side, for safety. Butigan, with me."
He finished his orders by fishing out an unpolished steel helmet, cheek guards hanging off its sides.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
Taemarian Road

Amary was both relieved and horrified at this turn of events. Relieved to know that Kolec agreed with her-for once, he seemed to think that she didn't have it out for them!- and also relieved to know that she would get to stay with Kolec and the cattle, rather than going down to fight the wolfmen; horrified, of course, because Mislav and Butigan intended to go down there and fight the wolfmen. It was a mission she feared they wouldn't return from. Not quite a vision, per se, but certainly an overwhelming sense of dread and despair. 
Quietly, she slid down from off of the horse, a little wobbly and pale. She had faced them twice, nearly died after the second encounter, and had never thought for a moment that she'd face them again. It was her worse nightmare come true, and she couldn't help but think that, maybe, this third time, they would finally kill her. 
"Please, sir," She tried one more time. "They're unlike anything you've ever seen. Ruthless... Wild... The wolfmen will kill you if you give them half a chance!" Yet, even as she attempted to dissuade the man, she knew his mind was already made up. His jaw was set, his eyes were cold, and he was already gearing up for battle. 
She bit her lower lip hard, bowed her head for a moment, as if she were already standing at his graveside, then backed away and turned her attention to the cattle. She was already on edge, and the cattle seemed to be picking up on the situation as well, their eyes rolling and getting all buggy, their hands tossing a bit as they starred down the hill intently.
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**Taemaran road**

Mislav ran with Butigan in tow. He fastened his helmet tight in the meantime and fetched an arrow quiver. The two men ran down the soft grassy incline bows in hand, holding their belts fast lest the rattle of their sabres give them away.
Mislav's gut churned as he ran closer to the grove that veiled from his eyes the undoubtedly gruesome scene going on just a few meters below. He knew full well to what thing may come and his mind was frayed. On one hand he could listen to the... Relatively resoanable suggestion of Magdalene. He could... But he would never in his life forgive himself for that.
Oh how those with no conscience sleep easy.
But Mislav could not, would not keep his head down. He could already smell the phantom blood of wounds yet to be made, his head swirling with potential tactics and means of attack. Butigan was uneasy, cowardly in comparison, but a loyal servant regardless, he would do as told. A part of Mislav wanted to run in the opposite direction. Run far, far away and never come back here, to drown the memory of this in beer, cry it off and be fine. Why did he all of a sudden feel the urge to play a noble knight shielding innocents? He is not a noble white knight, he is a murdering thieving scumbag like the whole lot of them. Should he really impale himself upon the spear of his fellow savages just to feel better?
No, no no, no
Fuck it all, this is about him, about him being more than that, being a true Man. A fellow has cried out in help and he is the only one who will respond. He knows what it is like to cry for help and noone comes, noone is there to take your hand and lift you out the pile of mud and corpses
So as he snuck up to the grove and peered through the trees to see what has unfolded, an arrow placed on his bow, only one thing was on his mind.
Not today