<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/27/7d/0c277d925f71c3f1bc2da87109dbccf8.jpg)</div>He checked over all his gear a second time while waiting on the others, and realized, much to his dismay, that he wouldn't have any feed for his beloved Tul're. He dismounted, and gave the horse a quick stroke along the back of the head, and murmured something in<acronym title="For those who speak Sylvan: I'll be back in a moment, Tul're (Elven for Tomorrow)">Sylvan</acronym>. He quickly popped into the store.<br/><br/>His how-do-you-do and business with the man behind the counter was quick, but not impolite. He spends no time haggling, just purchases the bag of feed, and pays the price in gold, receiving some silver in exchange (ten days worth of food for five silver, paid for with one gold).  It's ended with a promise that Leofwine will not allow any sort of threats to the peace and safety of their beloved village be allowed to fester and grow so close to them, which might be a bit grandiose, but is also typical of the half-elf fighter.<br/><br/>He took the feed and redistributed things in his saddlebags as they discussed marching orders; making it so that most of his rations and torches and the like were back in the pack, and that the feed were in the saddlebags. "I'll ride ahead; if trouble falls on my head, I should be able to hold out until you can catch up. Maybe we can even lure a few of the brigands out, and spring a trap on them. They'll think me an easy mark on my own, without realizing who follows just behind." He shows no fear in performing such a dangerous task; yet, he is not jolly about it, either. There is a degree of grimness about it that shows he understands that acting in such a manner is not something to be taken lightly; it is dangerous work. It could go wrong. It could get him killed.<br/><br/>Vara, you can either ride on back with me--you won't be on the saddle, so it might get a bit uncomfortable after a while--or you can trail behind a bit on foot. As for your idea of blunted arrows, I think that's a good idea, but I don't want you wasting ammunition. Rather, I think that simple verbal cues should be good enough for us. Agreed upon phrases for whether or not we're in danger. They can be indirect, so it doesn't appear obvious that we're calling for reinforcements. It can be as silly as me shouting that the brigands will never take me alive; that just sounds like bravado from me, but if I shout it loud enough, you all realize I'm in danger. The same is true if one of you lets out the same cry; I can rush back to your aid."