Snow cautiously steppes out to see three men trapped to the ground, grunting and trying to break free. She surveyed them and noticed they had no visible weapons, one man appeared to be older. Looking back to Baraxan, "I don't think they're a threat..." she spoke softly.<br/><br/>She stepped over and the younger of the group looked up with both fear and irritation on his face.<br/><br/>"Traveling?" Snow asked quietly as Baraxan worked to release.the spell "Sorry about that... can never be too careful now days..." she pulled the cloak tightly around her.<br/><br/>"My father is sick, we are travelling up the mountain pass to Valental..." the younger man spoke up<br/><br/>Snow nodded and looked back to Baraxan before turning to the group "Well we're camping just over there... please excuse me while I get dressed." She nodded and headed back to the encampment.