The sergeant stopped as he realized he wasn't being followed and looked back at the Soah and Adrian. What were they, a bunch of mad northerners just trying to stir up trouble? He couldn't just let them go, he had a job to do. One of his men spat on the ground and looked over to his leader, "Eh just leave 'em be.They'll take care of it too, gives the dogs something to play with." That wasn't an opinion he was looking to hear, and he surged forward past his men to follow Adrian and Soah distantly. He shook his head, wondering just what the act was, because he sure wasn't following it. The wind picked up, and the leaves along the forest floor skittered along in a way that seemed to impart an impatience in the man. "Has our hospitality offended you? I am doing my duty and offering you escort, for your own damn good." The spitting soldier back in the group ranted on to his comrades, cutting into his sergeant's speech. "Who comes out here looking for a 'sack of mead' anyway? And expects us to buy that? Burn the lot of 'em." The sergeant pursed his lips, this wasn't anybody's problem and he in truth felt he was failing the two men walking away. "You want to die out here?" He asked, exasperated, several moments of banter away from slapping a guardsman behind him, and finally starting to lose his cool temperament.