Hesitant, Eacarus dropped the mark carelessly to the floor and stretched her shoulders with an ill-tempered groan. "I'll be frank, Deckan, I'd rather not spend my rest with a gas mask wrapped around my face. You might endure it, but I'd rather not." she admitted, nudging the mark with her foot. A spluttered cough choked haggardly from his throat, his lips lined with spittle and blood. There was little life left in the poor wretch's body as it was, she thought with a sigh. He had not screamed nearly as much as she had anticipated, or desired. Such a realisation, made the opportunity to cause yet more chaos somewhat more tempting.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Eacarus succumbed to pragmatism and shook her head. "No. Save your concoction. We may have greater need for it, yet." she decided. There was yet a chance, a relatively high chance she might add, that the mill was empty - and if it was, it would be a waste of a powerful weapon that could aid them in a more dire situation, such as if the mercenaries from the Inn caught up with them. Which again, she noted, was playing tirelessly upon her mind. Though not a particularly intelligent or studious person, Eacarus was certainly leagues away from stupid. Why did their mark, a simple merchant, have so much protection? She had met men with greater wares go around with less swords, and meet little trouble.<span style="font-style: italic">Look what good all your swords did you.</span>she thought to herself with a smirk, regarding their mark with a smug feeling.<br/><br/>Making a decision was growing rapidly more arduous, though she did not dwell on that for too long - she did not have the time. Without warning, an arrow raced through the air, slicing along the top of Eacarus's shoulder with enough force to knock her several paces backwards. Waiting for not even a second, another followed from the direction of the decrepit mill, this one aimed more towards Deckan.<br/><br/>How had they been spotted? Moreover, Eacarus wondered who in their right minds would take it upon themselves to target two people travelling this far out in rural country? It was downright impossible that the mercenaries had reached the mill before them. Perhaps it was the local guard, but Eacarus was adamant that she and Deckan had tracked where every post was and when, and this one did not correspond. Swiftly, she drew her sword, grabbing a handful of Deckan's sleeve and dragging the pair of them behind the closest shelter - unfortunately, little more than a tree. "That concoction of yours, perhaps you ought to use it after all." she suggested, her tone perhaps a little less composed than usual as another arrow landed not a full foot from where they sat. This mark was very quickly beginning to prove more effort than he was worth to bring back.