<strong>Mathius<br/>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'm not sure, I'll check."</strong>Mathius replied to Eluv'yan. His hand slid down to his hip where his pouch was supposed to be, but to his shock it was gone. The Antivan must have lost it somewhere in the fray and frantically looked around for it, concerned only with finding it, and his lyrium. He layed Bors head back down and stood up to search for it.<strong>"You haven't seen a small pouch, have you?"</strong>Mathius asked Eluv as he scanned the ground.<br/><br/>Suddenly then, horns began to blow all around them it seemed.<strong> "Maker! Is that the horde on the move?" </strong>Mathius called out to Eluv'yan trying to raise his voice over the blasting sound of the war horns. Blue eyes then fixated upon the pouch, sitting along the tree line to the west  where he ran out of, it must have fallen off there. He took a step towards it, but then heard more horns blasting from that direction and could feel the ground begin to tremble beneath his feet.<strong>"Fuck..." </strong>He muttered to himself under his breath. The lyrium wasn't worth his life and he could hold on till they got to the next town to get more.<br/><br/>Mathius wheeled back around and gimped up to Eluv'yan.<strong>"I think it's time to go." </strong>