<span style="font-weight: bold">â€œI agree we should keep going and set camp past the Scar if we are going to have any chance of making it somewhere even remotely â€˜safeâ€™ before nightfall.â€</span><br/><br/>"Your injury," Holt said pointedly, "isn't severe, but taking the time to sort it out now will save us trouble later on, mark my words. If the woman's as fast as she thinks she is, you'll be up by the time we decide what we're doing." Looking about carefully, his crossbow ready for action, he motioned for the group to pull a bit closer together. It was clear that he wasn't trusting for a moment that they wouldn't be assaulted again, for it didn't do to underestimate the wildlings.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Holt's right, we cannot waste anymore time with these pitiful tricks, we should have reached past the Scar before nightfall by now, and step up camp... or else we're in for a real sweetroll surprise."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œThere is a route we can take, while I donâ€™t like itâ€¦at all, it would avoid being attacked near this border again. I just canâ€™t guarantee itâ€™s going to be any easier."</span><br/><br/>"Then we take it." Deidrich said simply, looking to the woman as she worked quickly and efficiently on Mira--regardless of what else he had to say about her, it was clear that she was skilled at her work. "The less attention we raise and the less we are forced to defend ourselves before the Scar the better--there will be enough bloodshed once we descend."<br/><br/>Though he hesitated briefly, he motioned her on.<br/><br/>"Lead the way. Keep your eyes open, all of you--if we cannot slip past them, they will return better prepared, and this is their territory. We are at a disadvantage."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œI heard a lot of splintering; you know the shattering of wood and the sortâ€¦you arenâ€™t injured, are you? I may need to get some of that armor off to have a better lookâ€¦â€</span><br/><br/>Quinn chuckled idly as she spoke, shaking his head. "Later, perhaps, when we have made camp."<br/><br/>"It will take more than obsidian arrows and barbs of wood to punch through that armor, my dear." Holt pointed out a bit bitingly, glaring to her as Deidrich simply motioned her foreword, not deigning it with a response.