Karrlandren simply nodded in silence as Elandris took the moment to make a copy of the symbol.  Either the fellow would recall, and they would possibly gain some small edge over their enemy, or he would not and they would continue to wander in the dark.  As Elandris worked the Knight surveyed their surroundings once more, circling the immediate area until he found a suitable place to make camp, a bit removed from the dead Orcs.  He wasn't concerned of dangerous predators being drawn to the carrion; the reek of an Orc was enough to dissuade the more capable of predators, but he was not fond of the idea of having to smell them all night.<br/><br/>A thick wall of bushes and undergrowth, a tight bowl of trees, just enough to hide the packhorse and Longstep for the night, and help muffle any sounds the packhorse might make while it slept.  He was leading his horses there when Elandris had finished he offered the Messenger a hint of a grin, "I am sure we can manage the night on cold rations, neighbour.  A pot of tea might have been nice, but I will simply have to settle for some cold water."<br/><br/>He had positioned himself a bit farther back from the river, both to have some manuevering room should trouble stir during the night, but also because he was not very fond of the idea of fighting in or near it.  He had been through that sort of thing once, and it was enough to teach him to never want to go through it again.