It was a sound she heard often in the deep roads, but in the wild, it sounded just like all the squirrels and woodland critters that kept her awake in the nights and a bit paranoid during the day if it wandered too close.  There had been a few dwarfs she heard of get ambushed and cocooned in silk to be a snack for some giant eight-legged freak. Eyes surveyed the surrounding, but the shout lead her to find a familiar face.<br/><strong><br/>" Mahariel? Ya sneaky Dale-son."</strong>She belted out a short laugh at the little feat, to sneak up on the berserker took a little balls, but that was a reason why she liked the 'Dale Son'. He was a bit of a beast, but it fit in well with her enough.  The Rivain spoke up and shook her head a little.<strong> " Hah, ain't just a Grey Warden, Mahariel gave da final mighty blow 'pon da Archdemon. Seen him do it wit me own eyes."</strong>She chirped up a bit though the Rivain filled in the Elf about the situation, they both seemed to want to check it out a bit more thorough.  Roque liked playing hero, but only if there was someone around to see it. Hell, Bandits need to eat too..<br/><strong><br/>" Alright, but let's make this shit quick. We're burning light and we're least six miles off fer da closest medic.."</strong>The Dwarven lass quip, giving a whistle for Toki to come in from sniffing around.  With all the smoke, she doubted the War hound's nose would be useful with everything smelling the same.  She couldn't fight the urge to look through the wreckage to see if maybe some loot got gazed over, starting to circle and examine the wagons..<br/>