Meanwhile, Delshyk, one of the rare human species, had his hood up. His group had split at the last city, leaving Delshyk on his own as he wandered the forest. The Colt 1911 he always carried contrasted with the 2 slim swords that lay side by side on his back. He had a very laid back aura, and his features were unknown as of yet. The only thing seeable from the depths of his hooded cloak being 2 bright blue eyes. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of a woman crying, and a twig snapping. He bolted to the spot, tackling 'Pacu' and pressing the blade to her throat. He looked back to the crying girl. "Are you alright?" he asked in a smooth, yet coarse voice.