Terran's ears perked up as a whistle carried over the frozen wastes of the North Land.  There was a good chance that it was a trick, to lure in travelers.  Still, he felt he and his could stand up to any bandits, and someone might be in trouble.  Letting them freeze to death out here would not be proper.  Even after the war, and all of the killing, he retained a sense of what was proper.<br/><br/>He treked out in the direction of the whistle, expecting the others to follow.   He passed into a small stand of trees, and hear the whistle again.  This time it was closer.  Before long, he found a woman, with her leg stuck in a bear trap.  He signaled the others, silently, to keep their distance.<br/><br/>She did not appear to be otherwise injured, so he approached her carefully.  "Name's Terran.  Seems you have yourself a bit of bother there."<br/><br/>He did not immediately go to her, but kept one hand on his sword hilt.  "You all alone out here, or what.   Who were you signaling?"  Surely no one would be stupid enough to be out here alone?  She must have a party nearby who were looking for her.<br/><br/>If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that any situation, no matter how normal it looked, could turn into a shit storm in a few moments.  It was why he was still alive and it was why he still had trouble sleeping at night.  There had been to many peaceful villages, or quiet forest clearings, which had turned in a moment into a place of carnage.  He did  not intend to allow him and his to die in such a situation, if it could be avoided.