Will's questioning of the prisoner was interrupted by a guard rushing to the two. "There's trouble coming, from the north. Lady Sachi told to alert everyone." The guard was moving already to get others ready. The black skinned woman just smirked at Will at this, remaining quiet but her expression also looked troubled, rather than pleased.<br/><br/>The guard before Horo was eyeing her over, especially when her pose became a lot more teasing one than it had been a short time before, the guard's swallowing audible in the mostly silent night. "I think its very.. ah, yes it wont rip.. uhm, you are delightfully distracting.." The guard's eyes wandered down on Horo's form still, and he was stepping closer just as a guard rushed behind the two of them. "Trouble, from the north, everyone get ready." Rushing ahead again, to get the man that had been watching the orcs still, the guard was hurrying on.<br/><br/>Jayne was the one closest to the edge of the clearing, the soldiers still getting ready, when a pair of hands showed up from the bushes, held up high. Walking ahead, holding a rapier with both hands supporting the blade, not holding the hilt. "Don't shoot, I come to talk!" The shout came, before the figure of a tall man came to view, six feet of height, dark brown leathers torn and ripped ata several places, and what's more apparent, deep cuts and slashes, and puncture marks, here and there in the outfit. The man was limping, leaving a bit of a bloody trail behind him still, bandaged but seeming to be bleeding slowly despite them.<br/><br/>"Finally, I've been expecting other Guilders for days, avoiding the orc patrols." The man let out a heavy breath, looking at the gathering. "I am Astal Greyson, a Guild Operative, or 'spy' if you prefer."