Soah stopped, and slowly turned to face the man. "I've killed men bigger and tougher than you. Having you protect me isn't a fucking service I need, [i]sir[/i]." Soah replied, with a fair amount of venom on the last part of his sentence. "If you really want to help people, and do your fucking job, why don't you go back a little farther in those woods. If you had, I wouldn't be naked, and exhausted." Soah added, gruffly. "While you lot are here playing ranger, there is a man dying from blood loss back in the woods, with no one but bandits to help him." Soah said, as he turned around, and started to stomp off, finished with dealing with the lot of rangers. Soah was moving far better now, thanks to the snow shoes. Soah was ready to eat, and dealing with the guards was something he preferred not to do. While following them to the town might be quicker way, Soah had no want to travel once again with a group, especially with law enforcement.