Otto huddled next to the little fire that he and 'Leon' managed to start up.  He had unstrapped his sword and sit it nearby, so that the heat of the flames might free it from its icy scabbard.  He was able to get a better look at the man before him, casting him short glances.

[i]Prussian,[/i] the Teuton mentally noted.  He was not sure so sure earlier, but seeing him now, he was very certain.  The question was whether or not he was friend or foe.

Had Leonid looked up he would eventually see the Knight glaring at him.  "Does it not bother you, Leon, that you were going to kill Prussians?"  Otto was testing him.  "You never thought about joining the Prussian Confederates?"  In truth, Otto didn't know whether Leon was a Prussian auxiliary, or part of the union plotting against him.  If he was friend, then all was well.  Otherwise... well, Otto had no reason to kill the man just yet.

Deeper in the cave, in a dark alcove yet unseen by the two men, something else waited... watching... preying...