A loud voice suddenly called out, stern and authoritative that caused Ardreth to suddenly pause. His entire body went still. If they were guards then he could merely explain who and what he did, but in a war zone like this they were more likely to do as they pleased. Though there was a profit to be made in selling healing potions in such a region, it was just as easy for the guards to relieve them for free. Raising his hands, he slowly turned around to face the individual, hoping to not appear threatening. “I’m just…looking…for things.” He explained meekly, though in his sleeve he felt one of the smaller balls of powder rolled up into a hidden socket.<br/><br/>Inside the round, clay-like substance was a small container with a specific liquid inside, that when coming into contact with the darker substance would cause a den, black fog to emit. It was just within reach of his fingers inside the flap of his robe and involved only enough force to break the inner compartment. He nervously eyed the figure and the two that were with him. They certainly didn’t look like any town guard or soldiers at all, but rather mercenaries. Even worse, as they didn’t seem to follow any rules or laws but their own. At the sight of them, he took a step back, as if ready to flee.