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The aggressively alert animal companion, will act on initiative [URL=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1167]23[/URL]. Geraint will act normally on initiative of [URL=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1168]9[/URL], neither quite ready or unprepared.
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[i]"Weary eyes, the wolf strikes."[/i] Geraint proved to mutter the same words as he kept the beast beside him under his control.

"I take it for whatever reason, elves might have something to do with this - as to better or worse, I do not know. The scrawling is a bit unexpected. I take this as forewarning not to be so trusting of our environment as we delve deeper."

The robed man cast a sigh, stroking his stubbled cheek with a few fingers before shaking his head. He had no issue with elves, be them wood or wild, but men oft found them opposed for one reason or another. Then again, mortals had proven content to war with one another for most any reason, going so far as to call upon terrible powers to these ends. At least such seemed unlikely here; whatever danger lied in wait was probably not quite of that unabashed vileness...

It was for a time the man followed, his fingers flexed ever so slightly in alert - ready to call upon nature's otherworldly power if it was so needed. Yet, in fact, it had not between the various chances matters had to go poorly. Jaeger seemed more comfortable in this dark, musty den than the outsider did; at least someone had that sort of experience. The thief-woman, or whatever she actually was, proved quiet but watchful, perhaps more so when Jaeger pocketed a few rogue coins.

"Plate? Strange..."

But before Geraint could continue further, the mercenary man that seemed to be Jaeger's character paused with alertness abounding, referring to a noise that might have fallen on less observant ears - even the druid's. It was likely only because the man pointed it out, and the tongue itself familiar, that he was able to determine it at all.

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Geraint, having been spurred to listen for elven words by Jaegar's sudden pause, rolled a [URL=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1175]21[/URL] to listen. (Request translation of spoken words.)[/Hider]
"Those words are familiar-" 

But it was not the man of the wilds to interrupt, but the subtle snark of the tiger, whose curved ebony ears drew back. Its jowls flashed with tremendous, pearly fangs and it's footing maneuvered it back once more to defend the cadre of three from a nearing sound from behind.

A man with strange tabard, armor and weapon in tow, spoke; [i]"Are you here on behalf of the king as well?"[/i]

With a staying motion, the druid silenced the grand cat's concerns and motioned to his own ear with his free hand while the other rested on the beast itself. The quieting gesture suggested something else was afoot and certainly to listen; after all, a man bearing priestly ordained armor and seemingly serving the land was not so much the danger as potentially ambushing elves...

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