Derrix slid his sword back into its scabbard as the serenity of the cave surrendered to his senses. He pulled his helmet off, polluting the fine forest air with his lavender scent and teasing his golden eyes with the sight of the mystical area. Silently he walked past Sana and back to Charroux, thinking.

	He sat the helmet on the horse’s saddle as he unhooked the lip of a bow holster strapped to the beasts rump, opposite of the supply bags. His nimble fingers quickly received a small composite recurved bow from the holster as well as a handful of arrows.

	Derrix sucked in the forest air, inflating his lungs with it’s long sought after flavor, and hooked the bow around his shoulder before turning to Sana, “I’ll stay here and set things up, the group will recognize you before they do me.”

	The man turned to his horse and nodded, “are you with me here or do you want to help the lady?”

	The stallion snorted at Derrix and walked over to the small pond before dunking it’s large white head in with gluttonous vigor. The helmet balanced on the horse tumbled off onto the wet soil surrounding the water with a clank that caused the man to roll his eyes.

	“Lazy,” Derrix said, his lips forming an unamused line.