Wraped tightly in their bedroll and mumbling ever so slightly, Asher slowly came back to the relm of the conscious. With a few small noises of awakening, the halfling eyes opened sluggishly as the small humaniod looked around their surroundings woth bleary eyes. With their arm carefully being shrugged out from between the blanket and the bed roll, they rubbed their eyes away of the remaning vestiges of sleep and breathed in deep the smell of cold morning air and the smell of ash from the long dead flame,<br/>"G'mornin..." the Halfing slurred to her companion ever so slightly as they slowly sat up, dark hair slightly tousled from their rest.<br/><br/>Looking at their escort now Asher still felt some slight apprehension towards the man and his appearance but knew they needed to trust him for the time being if they were ever to complete the dire task at hand.<br/>"Did anything happen during the night while I slept?" Asher asked as they slowly moved aside their blanket and reached for thier boots which laid against their traveling pack and other belongings as they tried hard not to think of the dautning quest ahead.<br/><br/>As Asher listened to Karl's response to try and distract themselves but despite their best efforts they felt as their mind slowly became full and heavy with dark and muddled thoughts on how the two of them met and thier current goal.<br/>A few days back Asher's troupe had been left to pick up the remaining pieces of their caravan after a roadside ambush by bandits and left to mourn and bury their dead as half of the troupe were either killed or missing, the other half wounded and and mourning heavily with their loss of both material wealth, family, and friends; but worst of all the loss of Alistair Rain, their troupe leader. It was later that night that the bandits returned and shot and arrow into the caravan with a lone message attached— 'We have your leader and a few others, if you want them alive you will bring us 1,000 gold to Death Dog Creek within a fortnight or they perish'.<br/>All but Asher refused to listened to the ransomer's demands.<br/>At night the Halfing had fled with what little coin was left in hopes of if not gathering the random, at least find the captured troupe members and set them free at the cost of their own life. After days of fruitless searching and talking and traveling, Asher had passed out in the middle of the road from dehydration, lack of food, and exhaustion. When Asher came to consciousness they found themself nursed back to health by a dead man, or rather an undead man. After some rather unpleasant actions on Asher's part (trying to fight and kill him), the initial shock, and some conversation, Karl had offered to lend assistance in freeing Alistair and the other captured troupe members.<br/>It was currently their fourth day traveling with one another and only two weeks left to either earn the randsom to pay the bandits or locate and free her dear family before it was too late.