[h3]Domhnall MacRaith[/h3]
	He listened in silence when Iridiel haltingly explained about their home ... diverse as it was in terrain and climate, it was indeed perhaps not the most densely populated. One could only begin to picture the contrast between a small mountain town or a jungle village and what those folks here considered a city. Even though Domhnall was the one more comfortable with strangers out of the two, he would probably feel quite out of place indeed. But at least the trade was wont to be good ... Zerul City would not be as derelict as many of the lesser settlements, one could at least presume. Only once they see the life or lack of it in a truly big place would they be able to gauge how many had truly been lost to the terrible plague these people evidently hunted.
	The scene changed quickly, though, when Aemoten and Jaelnec approached - against his suggestions and assurances, Angora's nerves got the best of her and rather than stay and explain herself in her own words, she effectively fled the scene. Not too surprisingly, the warrior's voice cut through the air, commanding the woman to halt as he held out a hand, as if to reach after her. The human man's expression hardly changed, though there was this slight ... clenching of his jaw, maybe? [i]Yep, probably not too pleased with this course of events.[/i] Whatever negative reaction he had, though, the warrior appeared to repress those immediately, opting to inquire about the success or lack of it instead. 
	[i]Back to business, ey?[/i] The leader of those people really did not come across as the sort to dally about and make small talk when there were things to get done... Wasn't the one to always use the simplest of terms, either, although he, too, was supposedly a foreigner - by his general features, and slight accent, which made the Rodorian words seem less fluent, somehow harder and more distinct. The male forestfolk figured the man must have been living in those lands for far longer than he and Iridiel had traversed them. 
	He did not interject as Iridiel - who appeared to have taken the newcomer to heart - tried to explain what she could in her broken Rodorian, only occasionally quietly clarifying what Aemoten was saying when he chose less than obvious manner to express his thoughts. ([i]He is just tired and worried, I think, not angry, and doesn't want anyone dead. He wants to know whether there are others who have been possessed, like Angora was, and whether you could subdue the ... thing again, if need be. He also says he wants to ensure the safety of his people first, especially after ... whatever happened earlier today. He'll be thankful if you talked to Angora.[/i])
	Once Iridiel had gone her way and the man announced he and Thaler would be going ahead, he was left in a bit of a predicament. Absently scratching his neck, he stared off in the direction his companion and their new acquaintance had gone off to.
	Should he inform him of Angora's intentions in her stead? If he was going away for a while and leaving his squire in charge, it would only complicate things further, no? How did she even expect to serve out the dept she had proclaimed if she was going to flee at the sight of - evidently the higher-ranked - half of the group? In the end, he decided it was not a matter he wanted to discuss when the individual it pertained most was not even present. 
	"Think no'," the latter finally noted, looking back at the stern warrior. And so off he and his hellbeast went, leaving the younger black-eyes standing there. He half-expected for the guy to speak up, but the silence that followed was effectively long enough to yield some ground to awkwardness. Eventually, it was the older black-eyes who spoke up. 
	[i]“We should probably gather a bit of firewood or something, you know? Maybe get some food ready. All this talking about eating has gotten me a bit hungry, I think...”[/i] It appeared the squire agreed with te notion, if only because it would help them get ready sooner. 
	Domhnall shrugged. "Coul' do with firewoo', I s'pose. Guess we're movin' camp again, ra'her than goin' back tae the ol' one?" 

	The next couple of minutes were spent assembling his supplies and picking up his spear again, followed by gathering up an armful of twigs and a large handful of dry lichen and what appeared to be an old long-abandoned nest of some small bird, suitable for starting fire. All of those were deposited quite close to the stream Angora had referred to, near to where Iridiel had seated herself, the spear and his bag leaned against a tree, the rest just dropped by an mostly-bare patch of land. He avoided looking in the direction of the stream itself, though - it had been made clear that the local people were quite shy, and there was little reason to assume that Angora would be any different now that she was back to her human manners. 
	Some more time was taken up by him going back to gather up even more food for fire - this time mostly larger fallen branches that would take a bit more time to burn up. Twigs had been quite easy to find, what with all the shrubbery concealing their path to the spot when they had first encountered the gray brute, proper firewood, with large trees being sparse over here, had been a bit more difficult to get together a meaningful amount of. By the time he returned to where Iridiel had been left, Angora had already returned (one could only imagine she had hurried up cleaning herself up as much as possible, lest she became too numb to feel a thing all over), now much cleaner and wearing Iridiel's cloak and seated seated next to the highlander herself, who had begun trying to get a fire going. 
	Without further ado, Domhnall dropped his pile of bigger branches next to the pile of twigs, and took seat on his companion's other hand.