Any fight was worth having if it meant the air could be cleared and friendship could be forged. Of course, it could also distract people from eerie silences, especially those who weren't likely to notice such silence anyway (also known as Draj). The keen ears of a cat-man, a ranger, a wood elf, and someone who grew up among the trees, however, picked up the odd dispersal of birds as the silence fell, with only the wind being heard.

One of those could easily identify the cause, too, living in these forests so long, and knowing the general layout of the land and who would inevitably make a journey toward the gate after such a disturbance. Lorenthar knew it was only natural a nearby (or relatively nearby, as it was nearly half a day's journey for them) village of firbolgs would want to investigate, or at least send a large scouting party. There were no less than 20 that arrived, seeing Lorenthar first and moving toward the group. While Draj didn't seem to be in the most threatening position, he did still have his blade drawn on someone their druids recognized as an ally, if not the most friendly of their Order.

"Ho tha." One exclaimed. "Them'n tha bothern you, Brotha Lowantha?"
(for those not versed in 'firbolg common': "Ho there. Are they bothering you, Brother Lorenthar?")