Shifting the weight of his axe on his shoulder he let out a slight yawn and did his best to prevent himself from falling asleep. It has been at least a good two days or so since he has gotten a good amount of sleep and it was starting to slow him down a bit. Lady Gwen didnâ€™t seem to notice, too focused on her own thoughts; whatever was going through that womanâ€™s head was beyond him. Lusala didnâ€™t think too much about such things since he wasnâ€™t one to care much about others. He was a solitary creature who preferred to work alone most days having no friends of his own after the war claimed a great number of them. One may not see it at first glance but war oozed from the land that was just beyond this forest.<br/><br/>The Dead Land as the locals called it was not a friendly place. It was comprised mostly of desert land and definitely had its fair share of battle scars, thief hide outs, and other nasty things that deterred people from travelling alone. Lusala kept his eye on everything as he and Lady Gwen continued on, unwilling to trust the silence that blanketed the area. She stuck close to him and he lowered his axe, keeping both hands on it, his guard up and reflexes ready to strike. He could have sworn he heard something behind him but he brushed it off for the time being. It was probably just a small animal or something else harmless, though the scent from the other was oddly human which intrigued him. He looked to Gwen for a moment and noted that she was completely oblivious.<br/><br/>Women were always oblivious. They acted tough but their ignorance towards most things was laughable. She paused when she got her boot stuck in the mud for a moment, he allowed her to lean on him for support while she freed herself. â€œYou should be more careful,â€ he told her, in response she nodded and sighed.<br/><br/>â€œMy apologies, Sir Lusala. It rains harder here than back home.â€<br/><br/>He snorted mentally at the â€˜Sirâ€™ title. Lusala then brought his attention to the one following them. Their scent was not that far away now and it was starting to worry him more and more. Had they been followed by whoever was after this woman? Or was somebody trying to hunt him down? He wasnâ€™t sure, but either way he didnâ€™t like it. They had not made any further move on them but he was still wary and wondered if he should deal with this little problem before it got out of hand. â€œLady Gwen, I believe we are being followed. Shall I take care of the problem?â€<br/><br/>She just looked up at him, â€œI donâ€™t think that will be necessary. I donâ€™t see anyone around; perhaps youâ€™re being a bit paranoid.â€<br/><br/>â€œAre you absolutely certain? Iâ€™m picking up the scent of another human.â€<br/><br/>â€œWe must keep going, Sir Lusala. Iâ€™d rather reach the city before the next storm than worry about some follower. Live and let live. Why must mercenaries be so bloodthirsty?â€<br/><br/>Maybe she did have a point, but he just couldnâ€™t let it go. As they continued to walk, his guard remained up. He has learned to never take things lightly in all his years of living. Lusala was an older creature, wise, and always became wary around peace. He was hardly the â€˜live and let liveâ€™ type when it came to this sort of thing but in this situation he had no choice but to respect Lady Gwenâ€™s wishes and keep his weapon silent. He sighed to himself and rested his axe on his shoulder again, looking to the sky.<br/><br/>At this rate they would probably reach the city in a few hours, or so he hoped. The thought of picking up the pace briefly came over him, but looking to Gwen he was sure he couldnâ€™t handle it. Things would also go much faster if he could fly there, reminding him that she was definitely hindering his trip. It was an irritating thought that was short lived. He wasnâ€™t about to abandon his task.