Vaarl stood up and slung his greatbow behind his back. He grabbed his things and called Nala to get up. It was time to get moving. His fingers brushed the fur on Nalas back and they walked together. Vaarl drank the last of his whiskey as he walked alongside his companion, tossing the flask into his pack. they soon noticed the group ahead of them and fled into the trees, readying a lance of an arrow in his bow. Nala followed behind him, keeping low, staying silent. Vaarl moved jerked his head to the side and closed his eyes, and he could hear them getting closer. He couldn't be sure if these were more mercenaries or not, there was no room for taking risks anymore. Yvaal had obviously hired the best he could find, he barely made it out of his last fight alive. He could hear chatter from them, and they didn't sound like mercenaries, but that could mean nothing. Vaarls fingers tightened around the string of his bow, and he took a deep breath. As they got closer, Vaarl stepped out of the tree line, an arrow drawn back, and Nala came around their flank, snarling. His booming voice thundered "Keep your hands away from your weapons."<br/><br/>His stance widened, and there was no way to see his face behind his hooded cloak. "Who are you, and what is your business headed this way?"<br/><br/>These people didn't look like Yvaals men, but that was still no way to be sure. They were armed, but any traveler would carry a weapon if they were smart. He'd have to deduct who these people were by how they responded to him.