Day 8<br/><br/>Arngrim had been flustered after the days events, It showed their little group had a long ways to go if they were going to be working together effectively. Still, he could discuss it later. Making sure his weapon was in working order was more important for the moment. There was no guarantee they would be safe at any point in time, and Arngrim was concerned with his firearm. It was not often he used it in such rapid succession as he had today, although demons warranted no quarter. It was not good for the musket however, and so he was doing basic maintenance when Myrunue approached him, dressed extremely casually. She definitely wasn't concerned about something ambushing them while they camped.<br/><br/>"Implying something between me and the druid? I guess the odds of something going on between her and I are a tiny bit higher than the rest of this group. While she's as grotesquely huge as everyone else in this expedition, shapeshifting can get around that somewhat. It's a shame I'm not into beasts, so romance is completely out of the picture." Arngrim snickers a bit, "Although one wonders what concern it is of yours. You one of those humans with a halfling fetish?"<br/><br/>Obviously not interested in the answer, Arngrim turns his gaze towards the depths of the forest, "We got lucky today. Damn incompetent fools led the danger right back to the camp. They have no business pretending to be scouts in the first place. In blighted wilderness no less. If they don't know how to scout why are we letting them try?"