Aylin grumbled softly to herself as she hastily packed away her tent, obviously eager to get far from the camp as soon as possible. Though she'd managed to get most of the blood out with a little water there was still a sizable cut in the fabric of her robes where the goblin's sword has pierced her stomach. The last of her equipment stored away, she stood and slipped the straps of her pack over her shoulders<br/><br/>She said, turning to face the others "Alright...so our mysterious visitor last night. Any chance he was perusing some grudge against one of you?" gray-blue eyes drifted over to Ceol, but she continued without really waiting for a response. "Because if not I think it's fairly safe to assume they know we're coming. Taking the direct route would be unwise."