Hugh nodded to Sana, not all to familiar with gypsies, he didn't react to what she said, but she seemed rather worried about what he thought. When she said all this, the orb took flight overhead, interrupting the conversation for the time being. Hugh felt as though he knew what it was, but something was keeping him from figuring it out. Something that he was missing. 

When Ellis cried out, remarking that an orc lay on the ground ahead of them, the bard took foot and ran towards it. "No, that could be a fucking trap!" He yelled, as he too gave chase, his hand tightly gripping his sheathed falchion. He was angry for a little before laugh snorting when she face planted into the sand, which sounded more like he coughed. He shook off his amusement and shouted, "Are you okay?!" right before she got up and continued. "I guess so." He muttered, continuing his run, kicking up sand, and slogging through it.

They finally came to a stop, the bard being the first to reach the presumed dead orc. When Hugh finally skidded to a stop, he drifted a little in the sand, and drew his falchion from its sheath. He began checking around the area for anything, like traps, or enemies ready to pounce. There wasn't much to check, just kick the sound around a little and look behind the rock. "Does anyone else see anything? We can't risk being surprised again."