Nathaniel
Elroy looked over his shoulder, he felt like something was watching him. Yet his eyes did not see anything... Perhaps he was just being paranoid.

He would then start gathering some sticks and stones. Making a fire as he would use some flint and steel to light up the tinder and start a fire.

The warm light would shine on Elroy as he sat down and sighed.

His stomached growled, demanding substance to keep him energized. Nothing a ration could fix, but for now he had to get settle down for camp. He reached into his travel bag and unrolled a thin sheet of cloth before rolling out a bedroll and getting out a cooking set.
Andrew
*The sound of heavy thudding echoed through the forest as a horse and its rider moved along a faded dirt path. On its back was a stranger in dark armor, the sunlight absorbed by the material and reflecting off of their faceplate. A horned helm hid his features, and on his back was a large sword of the same black material with a golden hilt. Though he wasn't entirely a stranger to one. He seemed to notice the other stranger on the rock, and he averted his course to ride towards him. But not with urgency, merely a moderate pace. From under the helm came a deep voice.*

"Hail, stranger!"
Debra
*The forest lay cloaked in shadows, its ancient trees standing sentinel against the night. Ervana, a shy wanderer with secrets etched into her skin, watched from her hidden perch. Her cloak blended seamlessly with the foliage, and her eyes remained fixed on the flickering fire below.

Ervana's heart beat like a trapped bird's wings. She had followed Elroy's trail, drawn by fate or perhaps by the ancient magic that pulsed within her. Her purpose was clear: to find those responsible for her parents' demise, to unravel the threads of betrayal that had torn her family apart.

The fire crackled, its warmth reaching out to the night. Ervana wondered if he sensed her presence, if either of the men noticed her. Ervana's breath caught. She had noticed Nothwulf looking in her direction! There is no way he sees me!

As the night deepened, Ervana made her decision. She would step from the shadows, reveal herself. Ervana descended, her footsteps silent on the forest floor. The fire's glow painted her face, revealing her features. She approached the circle of stones, stopping right behind Nothful,* "Hello old friend."
Andrew
*The armored figure spun around quickly, almost reflexively reaching a hand over his shoulder and gripping his greatsword. But when the helm turned towards Ervana, the hand relaxed and lowered. He seemed to stand still for a split second, unmoving, until he spoke again. The faceplate partially muffled his voice.*

"Ervana? What are you doing here?"
Nathaniel
Elroy looked at the man who had approached him. It wasn't too uncommon to find a wandering Nord. After all, this was the homeland of Nords. Being surprised by a wandering explorer or adventurer was not too crazy.

Still, Elroy was on guard. While he was after the family, they were after him as well. Occasionally a group of assassins or mercenaries would be sent after him. Ones that wanted him dead, most times they were pretty forefront on what their goals were. Bring his head to the family to prove a job done. Other times, they were more careful and crafty. Getting his guard down then finding the right moment to strike. 

He was going to greet, but then a woman who seemed to appear from the shadows it felt like. He heard the heavy steps from the man, why couldn't he hear the footsteps of hers? Strange. 

He had a straight stature, it had seemed like the two knew each other.

"Am I interrupting something? Apologies if I am in the way of your... Social gathering. I was not aware that this spot was your meeting spot." He presumed they were close.
Debra
*Ervana looks past Nothwulf to Elroy.* "This is honestly just coincidence."

*She perches herself at the top of the rock, the glowing light of the fire bathing her in a soft, yet slightly ominous light. Ervana then explains the current events that just took place. The two listens as she shares the tale of her first meeting with Nothwulf. How dangerous, but exhilarating their dive in the depths of a dwarven ruins was. With every word, one could see the emotions in her face, as if she was reliving everything from recalling the memories.

Here and there, she would cast glances at Nothwulf. He was just as intimidating now as he was then. Occasionally, he would nod in agreement throughout the tale. But, a question burned in the back of her mind.*

"But yeah, after finishing off the horde of the blind bastards, the three of us parted ways." *She wraps up the tale. Intentionally leaving out part of what happened before they departed. She glanced once more over at Nothwulf, the question burning even more.

Since he also remembers that day, just as well as her. Does he remember what happened before the three departed? Ervana's been more cautious about where she rests, or lays her head, ever since. Her slip up, in fear of death, that day was engraved into her memory.*