Shane was thankful he had sent the other refugees on, if they'd stayed... wasting no more thought on it, he turned to watch the stranger. He looked entirely obscured in shadows, even his cloak seemed to be made of it. The laughter caused the archer to wince, and when they ran off, Shane knew to follow, swiftly loping along the beaten path as easily as a deer.<br/><br/>He drew a dagger; not for any real threat, but in case he was set upon. Running with a bow with a notched arrow was exceedingly awkward; a thrown blade could do more damage if done properly.