"You reckon we'll be back before Midsummer?" One man asked, turning his eyes to the two others.

"You actually think the gods care? They're useless and dead. They've been dead since the last King of Yunkai. 
Bare in mind that was over two thousand years ago." 

"I can still pray and join in." The first Scout added, defending himself quietly. 

"Roran, how come you're quiet whenever we talk about the gods? Don't tell me you're one of those fanatics who hears the gods!" The second scout laughed. George shook his head, walking ahead of the others. In turn each of them turned to silence and before long all three of them were treading along the road in silence. It was the sound of a pebble that caused all three men to turn, two pulling steels swords, Roran brandishing a bow.

"Anyone see anything?" Roran asked, his eyes moving along the rocks above the road. They didn't need Wargs now. They were too poorly defended and too open. The three of them searched quietly. As Roran scanned, his eyes squinted into the darkness. He looked directly at Miri for a second, unaware she was there, slowly he removed the arrow and carried on walking.