Anastasius worked the rope quickly and efficiently, showing his years spent about a pirate ship.<br/><br/>He frowns a little, both at the quiet and at the tension in Quintus.  Fetching his pack, he takes out his knife and straps it to his belt before going ashore.  The lack of stinging and biting insects at the riverbank is odd, but the buzzing bees speak of the land not being poisoned.  He can't help but feel a slight comfort to have them here.<br/><br/>"Should be deserted," he said in almost a whisper, "You think there's some trouble waiting for here for us?"