With the speed beast and its owner downed, Darrow advanced on the boar owner while Math'Ura did the same to the boar. The battle was swift, these must have been new recruits. A pang of guilt went through Darrow, the others had been hardened soldiers, warriors who life was worth taking. These were just children, like him. The boar owner even started crying, yelling about how [i]"The Rattler is going to take my bones."

These children were not worth killing, so he didn't. With a swift punch, Darrow knocked out the boar owner as Math'Ura cowed the boar into submission with a roar. Walking up to the speed beast owner, Darrow was assaulted by curses that he didn't understand the meanings to. As he crouched down, he pulled the spear out and the speed beast owner screamed and began to cry like the boar owner had.

However, Darrow just pulled a leather strip out of his pocket and made a tourniquet for the boy and asked a simple question. "Were...come...from?"

The boy had a look mixed with pain and confusion, which after awhile caused Darrow to ask again. 

"W...we came f..f..from the south." He said, pain, cold and fear making his voice stutter.

"Why...come?" Darrow inquired.

"T..t...to capture you, the king wants you and your bear in his army." the boy said, losing consciousness. 

With scratched and growling coming from the pit, Darrow knew that the speed beast was rising but it wouldn't be to much trouble. With his questions answered and the threat of these two taken care of, Darrow dragged the boar owner to his boar and let the speed beast take care of its owner. It was going to be a long trip to the south, and Darrow had some things to pack.