Crom watched in disbelief as Adrian left with Soah. He turned away from the party and stared blankly towards the duo as they walked off into the snowy forest that surrounded the path. Soah's words weren't completely unheeded. He was a bit curious as to exactly what the merchant was doing coming through the mountains, but he wasn't really in a position to ask too many questions. He wouldn't be able to travel very quickly in his current condition, and he didn't know just how long he'd last if they were attacked. The werewolf had injured him rather heavily, and as his adrenaline eased he realized it more and more. The ache in his chest had worsened, and he was still losing blood. Still, leaving Adrian to wander off into the wilderness with a werewolf didn't sit well with him at all. He reminded himself it was the boy's decision, and that his own goal was to keep Johnathon safe. Still, it wasn't right. He shook his head and cursed to himself before turning away from the duo and staggering towards the cart. "So where are we headed?" Crom asked, a bit of his warmness fading. He turned up his flask, drinking the last few drops from the vessel before replacing it on his belt. He was beginning to feel light-headed, and he doubted the alcohol was the cause.