Aust spent the rest of the evening silently staring into the small fire, contemplating the path that had led him to this point. It was something he did often, and none of the others bothered to rouse him before it was time to leave. It was Lothren that eventually placed a hand on his shoulder, stirring him to rise and take up his bow. Almost numbly, he climbed into his horse's saddle and followed the others toward the village. As they rode, he steeled himself for his next role. Earlier he had played the cunning, dashing rogue of a swordsman. Now he would be cast as a savage marauder, ousting people from their homes and lives. To him, it was just another mask to hide behind.

Riding hard behind the others, Aust lashed out with his left heel to knock a man aside and onto the ground. The unfortunate human took the blow heavily, but soon scrambled to his feet and began to rush away, clutching at his shoulder. Raising his bow toward a grain silo, he nocked and arrow and loosed in one swift motion. While the arrow was still in the air, he muttered a phrase in the elven tongue. It burst into flames mid-flight before piercing and sticking into the wooden wall of the silo. The grain within ignited almost immediately, causing a huge bonfire where there had previously been stored food. He started two more fires in this fashion, aiming for buildings that would surely contain no people. Flying wide of his target, his fourth and final flaming arrow landed among the thatched roofing of a small house.

Aust pulled his horse aside from the others right away and dismounted aside the burning house. Rushing inside, he quickly checked each room and listened carefully. Finding only a small dog within the house, he grabbed it up and exited the building before it could burn down around him. As he stepped out and looked around, he lowered the pup to the ground where it immediately scampered away from the unfamiliar elf. The others were continuing to drive the commonfolk away, and for the most part seemed successful. Few were willing to fight back, and the majority of those were quickly sent packing by hands more experienced at combat. Eventually his eyes settled on a form just around the corner of another building, double over on their knees. He made his way over, and recognized Annara before too long.

[color=silver]"Are you going to be alright?"[/color] he asked softly as he approached, concern clear in his features. In the shifting light of several fires, he noted the pool of vomit that was already soaking into the ground. When she professed to be fine, he sighed softly and scratched at the back of his neck with his free hand. Indecisiveness struck him and he was torn between attempting to comfort her, and trusting her to her own devices while he helped finish up the raid to end it as soon as possible. Unable to come to a decision quickly he whistled to his horse and mounted it as the mare neared. [color=silver]"Are you sure? I do not think the others need us at this point. We could return to camp, or simply take it slow until we are done here. This doesn't look like it will last too much longer."[/color]