Bojana shrugs and hefts her ax up over her shoulder, as a half orc she could see fairly well in the dark, but she knew this idea would likely lead them to trouble.  Fortunately for Sweetwater, Bojana liked trouble it let her hit things with her ax.  Following along after her companion, she awaits the ambush that was lurking, the dawn or the abandonment of their quest by her friend.  "Perhaps you're right...Lets march on."<br/><br/>