Ashielle stalked a path quite a distance outside the town. It was dangerous work to scout on foot this far outside the town, with bandits of late, but to scout on foot meant you were less likely to be discovered. A lone soldier made much less noise than a pegasus or horse. Still, Ashielle was not particularly stealthy, though not particularly loud.

Her rounds were greeted by an unnatural silence that had fallen over the forest. It was not dead silent, but still. Birds were sparse, few and far between. Insects still made their noise, as they always did, if more subdued. Ashielle had yet to spot a single larger creature, no deer or such, and only a single rabbit and no squirrels.

Thus when Ashielle heard a rustling bush, it stood out clearly, and she turned, instinctively raising her shield. A boar slavered its way out of the underbrush, a wounded leg prominent.

"To be unable to escape thanks to a broken limb... My pity." Ashielle raised her lance, her voice as even and emotionless as her mask. There was no way the maddened and frightened creature would let her tend it, and it was a wild animal that could not be given time to heal. "I shall grant you a swifter escape than will come for the rest of us."