Ardreth eyed the group down nervously, even more so when one of the figures started to approach him. By the look of the man, the half-elf could tell that he was a warrior of some sort. His demeanor seemed to portray him as cocky and arrogant, something Ardreth knew generally led to trouble. Was he coming now to accost him? This and a dozen other fears raced through his mind as the figure drew nearer and nearer. The other didn’t even seem to register he was there, or perhaps he was simply trying to put him off-guard. Were he to get around Ardreth, then his only escape route might be cut.<br/><br/>With a snarl, he suddenly withdrew the small object from his sleeve and through it on the ground before the man who hailed him had a chance to reply. There was a loud crack as the inner compartment of the ball broke open, spilling its contents onto the darker substance. A deep fog suddenly emitted with a hissing sound and Ardreth took that moment to spin on his heel and run for it. He didn’t get far however, as his foot caught on a tree root in the ground and caused him to stumble towards the ground. He broke his fall with an arm, but he was losing precious seconds that could be used for fleeing.