Alistair pauses.<br/><br/>"Do you think more may come?" He says looking around casually and addressing Greg. "Walo my boy...can you mark an easy trail for us to follow? I'll wait here and pick up any stragglers that might be wandering our way. Numbers may be our best chance for survival and no one should be left or fall behind." He heads to the side of the road and pulls down a smallish tree. Bending it down, then standing upon it to snap it off at the ground. It's not pretty, it's not polished, but it is a staff. He snaps off branches in order to make it easier to handle. "That should do....thank you little tree for providing this stave..." He picks up a few acorns. "I will plant your seed in memory of this day and the sacrifice you made to our safety."<br/><br/>