"Well that was anti-climactic," Garsot muttered under his breath as the battle seemed to end and everyone went off in the same direction with gaining little attention from the group. Still, from what he could see the ones left alive seemed to get along and also seemed friendly enough to believe they were not an immediate threat to him, although after watching the display of their abilities he knows that he must be on guard in this world just as much as his own.<br/><br/>He had stood there for a few minutes watching the dust settle and seeing everyone walk off, contemplating what his next move was gonna be.<span style="font-style: italic">Should we not go see about whether or not that small creature was a descendent of Sehrt</span>, the spirit of the sacred tree speaks within Garsot's mind. He had completely forgotten about it amongst the commotion of the fight. If it truly was a member of one of Sehrt's tribe, or worse one of the Dragon God's Followers, Garsot is going to have his hands full gaining answers. Even more so if these others warriors are protecting it. Even so, their mission to understand the secrets of their world, the sacred tree, and now this new world is far more important than the safety of their own lives.<br/><br/>Deciding it would be best to follow behind using the cover of the tree tops, Garsot climbs and swings branch to branch, being very cautious to be as silent as he could so as to not raise awareness of having followed them. Yet, he could not help but allow himself to feel enjoyment and even a little excitement at the act, as it had been so long since he has even seen a tree, much less be able to swing on them once more.<br/><br/>His enjoyment turns quickly to carelessness as he barely notices that they had stopped at what looked like a tree house, having almost swung completely past it. Doubling back, he gazes down hoping to catch a glance of the possible Sehrt-related creature.