<strong>"Farsight"</strong><br/><br/>He watched them all carefully for several moments after the woman had answered. His stance relaxed, and he slid the drawn arrow back into its quiver. He murmured quietly to himself, not words, just a nonsense noise; it seemed exasperated, if anybody could hear him from where he was.<br/><br/>Belda comes running up to him from the side, barking in what seems like a happy manner, before turning his attention towards the others. The wolf glared at the mage with intensity, but did not bark; perhaps that was even more intimidating, how quiet it was. As if the beast did not need to try and frighten him; as if he should be afraid of it at merely a glance.  Belda was quite confident, you see; he needed no bark to accompany his bite, though a few gentle pets from the archer, and a whispered "Relax" calm him down.<br/><br/>He would move closer towards the group, the beast following by his side; Belda had a restrained or defensive sort of aggression to him. He wouldn't attack unless someone harmed his master. "I see." He sighed a bit. "We had best get moving. It was a total loss. The nearby villages need to be informed about the impending danger." To some degree, he cared little for the Shem; however, it did well for his cover to feign it, and he did that<strong>quite</strong>believably.<br/><br/>"Why is the girl a prisoner?" He had a feeling he knew what the answer would be, but made no assumption. For all his<em>thoughts</em>on the matter, he<em> knows</em>nothing, and she could actually be the victim here.