<strong>Eluv'yan Federan<br/>Moving out of the Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Eluv'yan grumbled at Mathius when he contested bringing Bor with. Without him they would be lost. Her internal dialogue flaring at him, she only remained silent until he finally grabbed hold of Bor. Eluv'yan thanked Mathius with a simple nod, and did not utter a single word from that point on. She pulled out her dagger and moved forwards, her feet silent as they padded against the earth.<br/><br/>She had only wished her strength was back to normal, but now was a time not to rest anymore. The impending hordes that shadowed over them with nearing horns, was not something to shake off. She moved forward, scouting, and reassured Mathius's every move with the knowledge of it being safe ahead. As they worked their way through the brush and sparse trees, she would stop and examine the surroundings, looking for traps and signals of ambushes. When it was clear she would wave to him, signalling him to move forward with haste. She attempted to do it at a pace that was quick, but thorough, but there was no such thing as a thief who didn't make mistakes.<br/><br/>Her ears were open to more impending horns, and they chilled her to the bone once more. Even the horns had a way of sounding unearthly, and contained an imposing evil within. Every now and then she wondered if Mathius was okay with carrying Bor, or if perhaps later, he would hold it over her head.