Daemon eyed the camp from the distance, rubbing under Kain's chin as the Warpiece stood over him. "Well, could be worse," he muttered, drumming a pattern against the padded case hanging down by his side. They seemed to be able to handle themselves, mostly, so at least they wouldn't sitting bait for the animals.<br/><br/>Kain made a uncertain croon as Daemon continued to hesitate, nudging his shoulder gently. His smiled up at the grey wyvern, hoping it looked less queasy than he felt. "Just a job, right? Shall we go meet our clients?" That got him an unhappy chuff of hot air, but Kain followed as closely as he could as Daemon made his way down the hill.<br/><br/>It really said something that they were well within firing distance before the sentries noticed them, practically choking on their tongues as they brought their guns up. Daemon out his hands up in a sign of surrender, calling, "Hey, whoah, no need to get guns involved!" Kain growled, pressing up against his back, close enough he felt the vibrations, "Look, one of you lot hired us- Judas something'? I'm the guide he hired, Daemon."<br/><br/>"What kind of guide needs a Warpiece?!" That the sentry had his finger on the trigger was not reassuring.<br/>"Uhm... Me? Look, can you point the gun somewhere else so Kain doesn't make sentry flambé? 'Cause it's not our fault you didn't see the big damn wyvern coming toward the camp." He sighed.