Jerod could appreciate Marius at least being considerate enough to not go and tell him he was a looney for his outlook and mentality on the situation, and shrugged at the response he gave. His report on the dark mage lass and princess arguing with each other got an amused snort out of the mercenary, nothing more, nothing less for now, instead focusing on one thing at a time.

[b]"Ach, ye don' 'ave t' do it whe' th' lad ain' awake. Tha' bloody minded princess o' yers can sod off fer all I care, savvy? Ah jus' made a' poin' o' tellin' ye somethin' tha' might be o' use. 'owever ye decide t' use it, tha's on yer 'ead and conscious. It ain' on mine."[/b]

Jerod had not let his vigil down in the interim, instead focusing on scanning the fields and woods as they passed them. Bandits liked to hide in them, and while people tended to see the Feroxians as little more than thoughtless barbarians, they were far more cunning than most outsiders would give credit for. Effectively, signs of traps or disturbed areas that would indicate someone hiding and waiting for unwary convoys to ambush. It wouldn't have been the first time he had been on a secure convoy that had come under attack.

[b]"Tha's simple, Marius. Feroxians o' a certain banner, t' b' 'onest. 'andits, traps, muck'd up nature areas, an' indicator o' a' ambush, savvy?"[/b]

Jerod didn't explain what brand of Feroxians he was specifically watching for, but he was indeed watching for a very select group of them, considering what he knew, it was not surprising why. Secondly, this was a well raided road, saw a lot of bloodshed. What was one more convoy to be ruined along a road soaked in blood? No, someone had to be brazen enough to try, and add their own blood to the soil and dirt that made up this particular road.