[b]Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the south[/b]

	"Nah." Julien replied dismissively as Wystellia started the fire. "Found a couple of lost travelers in the forest. Just had to give them the right directions." He joked as he approached the fire for warmth. "Not far from here." He continued, this time more seriously. "We should stay alert and ready to move during the night. I can stay on watch first today" He offered as he sat down close to the fire. "And no, I don't need healing."

	Just by sitting down and letting his body relax a little Julien felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Still, he realized with a defeated sigh, relaxing completely wasn't an option. There were Darkspawn nearby and they couldn't afford to let their guard down. The duelist groaned unhappily at the thought of a bad night of half sleep. But when the other option was essentially suicidal there was little that could be done.

	On the bright side at least he wasn't suicidal. Though there was still a long way to go for Julien to believe that their quest had tangible chances of success.

	"You know that I wouldn't mind skinning the fox before you threw it on the fire." Julien said evenly as he stared at their dinner. "But then again, I hadn't had much luck with the traps either." He sighed. "I need actual materials. Like ropes, springs and metal. Maybe once we find a town." Julien paused as he scanned the treeline for any potential threats. "Speaking of which, did you find anything that we could barter or sell?" 

	Julien took a moment to watch the treeline again. Whatever relaxation he had felt before was gone now and he suppressed a second groan. Their situation wouldn't get any better, and the faster he accepted it the easier it would be. Still, it would be nice to spend at least a couple nights in a warm bed without having to worry about Darkspawn lurking in the shadows and hunting their own food. Maybe when they gained some distance on the Horde they could treat themselves with a day off? Doubtful considering their circumstances. 

	In the remote chance they succeeded, the Kingdom of Ferelden would reward them greatly. In this case Julien decided that he would treat himself with a day or two of getting spoiled. Like he used to when he won a tourney back in the Free Marches. Surely nobody would mind too much if he slacked off a day or two in this case. But then again, prizes and rewards weren't the reason why he had joined the Order. And with the odds stacked against them it was better not to cultivate false hope.

	"I almost forgot!" He exclaimed suddenly as he retrieved the pendant and extended a hand to show it to Wystellia. "I found this on a nearby bush right before the Darkspawn attacked. You think it may be worth something? I don't have much of an eye for jewelry but even if it's not valuable I think we could fool some village girl into overpaying." That was of course, if they even found a way out this damn woods back into civilization. But the Marcher Warden preferred not to voice this kind of thought. Wystellia probably had her own fair shares of worry.