Springlatch would quickly speak up before things got any well... worse, his own weapons of course trained on Elas "If I may," he spoke in that typical rapidfire fashion of a jaggi "I speak as an official representative of the hunting guild, I can assure you that we are not carrying any contraband and are moving on official business as such." he said, digging through his pouch before pulling out a sheet with the guild's insignia on it. Makes sense that he'd have this, after all not even a guild scout can run all willy-nilly around the world without proper guild approval and for the task they had at hand he had made sure he got it in the first place "If you just examine this we-... Okay, what is that gunpowder smell? Did someone finish with firing a cannon?!" he'd ask as the breeze came up, bringing the powerful scent towards them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">There would be a clinking sound, as the carrier of the scent came forwards. Wearing silver rathalos armor tainted black from cannon fire, lugging around a behemoth of a heavy bow gun... No, wait, bow cannon. That was a much more suitable thing to call that monstrous weapon that was carried. The figure was anthropomorphic, and judging by foot shape and arm-wings an icy barioth. Face hidden behind a blast shield, but amber tusks more then visible. Two short blades lay sheathed at their sides "That scent would be more," she spoke in an icy tone "And what, do I have the pleasure, of coming to such an interesting crossroads?"</span><br/><br/>((Edit was just giving Arcen's font a coloration for character differentiation.))