Ruby
Within the highlands of the Reach, a small camp had been formed within a rocky and secure environment that offered decent cover for its inhabitant. The camp itself was small and possessed the simple foundation for a campfire and a lone bedroll placed in the shade of a stone. A leather sack and other small wilderness supplies were placed upon one of the stones while their owned sat not too far away on the ground with his legs crossed and his focus placed upon a wooden stick he was shaving.

Greggor's eyes rested upon the stick as his carving knife cut off piece after piece to thin it out to forge the foundation for a arrow. Leather strips and sharpened stone were next to him as he worked as he already had a good six or seven arrows made so far with more to come. 

It was a quiet day to say the least for Greggor as he was spending it preparing for his next hunt and sorting out his equipment. He will most likely need to venture out to search for prey before the sun sets. He has a few preserved saved for use but having a fresh kill to cook up tonight did not sound bad at all for the Reachman.
Helen
The hefty knight was pulling somebody behind him. A man bound by rope and a sack over her head. The man seemed to be wearing worn down armor.

"Where are we going this isn't the main road!" The man's gruffy voice called out.

Siegwind turned to the man.
"It's been a long road, and so many inclines. I think it is time we rest. Markarth is only a day away. No need to worry we'll have dinner here soon... That's if you're on your best behaviors." He told the bandit.

He would then push him onto the ground and tie him to a tree.

"You fat bastard... Come on let me go. How about I'll tell you about this secrete stash! All the money! Think of all of the food!" He called out.

Siegwind dusted his hands off.
"My my... That does sound tempting... But the only thing I seek here is justice. Not the money. You murdered that poor man. Now you must pay the price... Sorry friend." He patted him on the shoulder.

Siegwind would then find a stump, laying down his greatsword and his round iron shield next to him. He would take a seat and rest.

"After I rest, I will work on our camp. Best be good otherwise you'll only be having bread for dinner." He looked over.
Madie
Not far from his position was a camp. One could hear the commotion from it's position.
Ruby
The commotion would not be hard to hear as the sounds of the two men arguing and debating would reach Greggor's ears. The Reachman was forced to raise his head from his work to focus on the sounds as he realized he was not alone out here. Greggor would remain silent as he placed his project to the side before going to reach for his bow and arrows. Perhaps it was simply travelers coming through but he knew there was the possibility of bandits or rogue Forsworn.

Greggor would depart from his camp and go prone upon the ground as he moved with his bow and quiver towards the sounds of chatter. If was indeed just travelers, he may need to pick up camp and find somewhere else to camp out for the night. It was far too risky to have strangers as neighbors here in the Reach.
Helen
"Whatever the case is, hush now and let me think. I need a nap before we make camp. I just need to think about the soup we're going to have..." Siegwind crossed his arms and leaned back. 

"H-hey! What about me!?" He yelled.

Siegwind soon feel asleep and began snoring, his snores echoing in his helmet.

"By the Gods... I hate it here..." The bandit muffled and put his head down.
Ruby
Continuing his silent approach, Greggor would keep his distance as he looked at the two strangers and their little piece of the wilderness. His eyes scanned the large man in his thick armor and the disgruntled bandit tied up like a calf ready for branding. The Breton could not help but scowl at the hideous sounds the Knight produced. Fool was probably alerting every living thing in a five mile radius.
Helen
He continued to snore, it would appear that he may be napping for a little while.

The bandit had his head down, mumbling swears and other words.
"Should have jumped in that damned river. I feel like this is a sick joke or something..." He mumbled.
Ruby
Greggor would continue to listen to the bandit swear and whine to himself with little sympathy offered on the Reachman's part. Greggor knew for a fact though these two were sitting ducks if someone or something got the jump on them. It will most likely be nature's way of telling them never to let their guard down and while Greggor would fully embrace such a thing, he supposed he would provide some indirect assistance until the big lug awakens.

Crawling away from the stranger's camp, Greggor would make some distance between himself and it but still have it in view. With his bow in hand, he would find a nice spot to position himself to watch over it. The hills of the Reach are unpredictable as beast and man alike are more than ready to pounce on those unaware. Greggor will provide a bit of mercy to the two and watch over them until the big lug awakens.