Baraxan looked down at Snow as she looked up at him, her eyes always caught his attention and drew him in from how she was acting and standing next to him he knew she would follow. He smiled something he had not done since he was a child and lost everything in his life. He moved to the edge of the forest out here there were few boulders and trees to keep them from view but he didn't see anyone out on the plain so he headed out staying near the foothills of the mountains. Orcs and goblins were the least of his worries he refused to cross the plains as the yetis would hide under the snow and ambush you.<br/><br/>They traveled for most the day until coming to a pile of boulders he knew the center of it would be out of the wind and out of sight. They had only seen tracks of the roaming bands of orcs and goblins and even those ended a few miles back. From the rocks you could see the fires of the encampment starting to come to life. While it was close it would still take most of the day to go around the plains to get to it. He sat down leaning against a large rock bringing his pouch in front of him he had stuffed it full in the hope Snow would follow him. Opening it he took a couple pieces for himself and laid a handful on a flat stone for her. Tomorrow he would be home with Snow beside him and the news about the roaming bands.<br/><br/>He was tired and in the middle of his thoughts he fell asleep content in what he had accomplished. His dreams were not what they used to be it almost seemed they were warnings of something coming. He would just catch glimpses of orcs or goblins fighting members of the clans the main image he could not get out of his mind when he awoke was that of an elvish woman dressed in a sparkling white gown her eyes however were exactly the same as Snows. His mind was turning over the dreams as he reached in grabbing more meat for him and Snow.<br/><br/>After the dreams he felt the need to get home quickly was essential he left with Snow beside him before the sun was even brightening the sky. As they drew closer to the encampment his pace slowed he could see the traders had come and more coming down the trails. As he drew near the sentries they saluted him and paid no mind to Snow they had seen shamans come back with all manner of things. As he walked through the traders he heard mumbles and sharp intakes of breath as he passed he was perplexed at their reactions. As he passed near a large human the man screamed. “Kill it.”<br/><br/>Baraxan turned as the man's guard pulled his sword and headed straight for Snow. The man charged Snow, however he stopped as Baraxans large hand grabbed and twisted his arm until the bones in his forearm snapped. The man screamed dropping his sword to the ground everyone looking on was in shock except the sentries they just grinned.<br/><br/>“Would anyone else like to try and harm my companion.” He shouted threatening. The merchant ran forward to his guard checking him then turned toward Baraxan with fire in his eyes. He was about to say something but the head of the spear Baraxan held was thrust at his throat.<br/><br/>“I could thrust this spear through your throat and be done with it or I could let my friend have her way with you.” His grin was vicious as the merchant turned and fled.