<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9cd28a9af1844af057848cd0b6557cc8/tumblr_olpyf7zAtT1thu75jo1_1280.png)</div>Ogzi had been keeping to himself much of the journey. it felt nice to be back under the sun, in the wind, a horse under him. The rest of he caravan didn't seem to care much for the company of the green-skinned young man; he was a walking reminder of the risks they faced out on the plains, after all. The captain often found ways to send him ahead, looking for these tracks, or that stream, or what-have you. Ogzi didn't mind, to tell the truth.<br/><br/>Tonight though, he was feeling companionable. Maybe it was the fact that they were eating the deer he had taken down. Or maybe just a mood. His light footsteps brought him to the group around the roasted venison, and he nestled in somewhere<em>away</em>from the elves. Without a word of greeting, he produced a knife, shaving off a slice of the deer and eating it quickly with his fingers. Licking his thumb, he turned his amber eyes to the women nearby, exploring them more out of plain curiosity than anything.<br/><br/>"I must be getting frail, I thought it was a little chilly tonight," he noted, smirking towards Sara, before reaching for another small slice, again downing it with his fingers and a few quick bites. "If eating horse is the worse folks have to worry about, well, they're doing alright, really. Still, an<em>aduu</em>is more valuable on a hoof than on a spit, so, best break up this bandit alliance before that, huh?"<br/><br/>He settled back on his heels, casually wiping the blade of his knife clean on the leather at the top of his boots before putting it away. "I'm Ogzi. Of the Elk Skulls. Well.<em>Used</em>to be." he mumbled, rubbing at one arm. "Now, just a scout with a sub-par pay grade and a bad habit of trying to sing." This was joined with throaty chuckle as he brushed a hand through his unruly hair, eyes going back to that roast. Maybe he shouldn't have put his knife away.