Didn’t seem anxious or troubled about their journey, if anything he rarely displayed any emotions in general. The time he spent in isolation, letting regret decay his mind only pushed him further to right what was wrong so many years ago. The one paladin glanced over to Isalisk one last time, watching how carefully she strapped herself into her armor, debating just how much such would protect her from what was to come. Once she had finished and looked up to him, the knight gave a single nod, seemingly approving that she had looked on edge. “There is no good in these woods, nothing but pain and a great evil, be ready for it, Isalisk.”<br/><br/>With that, Aluren turned away from her, marching down the stream to where a makeshift bridge was formed from a mossy, thick tree trunk. It looked like it was there for over a century, the center of the trunk slightly elevated to allow water to rush through from beneath. Carefully, Aluren climbed on top of the log, waiting by the waters edge as he drew his sword. Glancing at  isalisk, he brought his hand up to her in a sort of ‘wait’ gesture before having her climb up. Taking one step closer, then slowly another, he’d prod the trunk to see if it were to simply give way to his blade. Luckily, it seemed quite stable still in its old age, the elements having done little to deteriorate it. Walking now toward the middle, he’d look back to her, nodding the O.K that she could climb up.<br/><br/>His attention would shift quickly from where they were going, back to Isalisk to make sure the quite fair maiden did not slip on the moss. “it’s slick.” He’d softly mutter as she climbed up, quietly giving his warning, though not exactly desiring to display his developing desire to protect her.