<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div>One step. Then another. Then another. The endless pacing forward along with the rest of the convoy that made up their little expedition was tiring to say the least, but Anton kept pace well enough. He was helped by the fact that his armor, full plate and ornate, kept from the rain and weather for years below his home, was made of some incredible material that had the sheen of silver and was only half as heavy as steel, yet protected him like little else in his life. It had already weathered a half-dozen scratches from the blows that had been rained on its hard exterior as it had protected his softer hide, and with the gods' blessings it would last for much longer. Though the gods didn't count for much these days.<br/><br/>The journey had been without major incidents thus far, though that was unlikely to last. Their journey into the heart of the forest would take them into the deepest parts of the blight, down into the its darkest places where few ventured without being torn asunder. As King Daedius called for a rest Anton let out a weary sigh, feeling his leaden feet slowing as his mind's incessant commands to continue forward ended. Slowly, still not accustomed to walking throughout the whole day, he placed his back against a nearby tree and leaned against it allowing a little weight off of his feet. He looked up as their smallest member declared that they would go scout ahead and diseappeared before anyone could say otherwise. He wasn't sure he trusted the small folk--they were almost too close to pixies, that easy smile that came to them often hiding a mischevious and ill intent ready to snatch babes from their cradles and take them to some strange place and replace them with imitations that acted almost like them but not quite. Still, at least they weren't as bad as...<br/><br/>And speak of the devil. Or half-demon, as the case may be here. His gaze dragged itself towards one of the tieflings in tow and he quickly turned his eyes away before the scowl creeping on his mouth took hold and twisted it there. He barely heard her speak, the words from the inhuman mouth sounding almost like a cacophany of bees to his tired ears before he came back into focus and recalled her words. "Her." He had heard tales that the demons too were only a semblance of humanity, pretending to adhere to customary near-human roles but that it was all a mockary, like a mirror that repeats what it sees rather than a truly thinking, feeling being. Still, the King had declared that they were to be taken, that they would be needed for the expedition, and he had little to say against the word of a King.<br/><br/>With a grunt he props himself up and looks at the others. "We should secure the area, make sure it's safe if we mean to spend more than a few minutes here. We can wait until the halfling returns, and then once we have a basic idea of what this place looks like and its surrounding area, affirm that there's nothing hostile and if there is, put it down before it can sneak up on us. If the halfling reports of anything, I'll lead a force to deal with it if you would like, King Daedius," Anton says, the last words directed at the King.