[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Tree 

                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Gretchin, and Cremwise 

Calanon blinked, nodding to Gretchin in a respectful manner. "[color=00ff66]Very well, friend.[/color]" he said, taking a small bite out of his jerky and enjoying it. The food burned as it slid down into his stomach, for he had not eaten in quite a bit. He took another sip of his Guaren juice and let out a satisfied 'aah' before slipping them into his pack once more. He'd conserve what he had for when he parted company with the group eventually. For now though... 

He looked over to the woman when she asked about this next town. "[color=00ff66]I've not, sorry.[/color]" he said. "[color=00ff66]Though most towns in the forest aren't particularly varied. Just people making a living, from what I can gather. I've only ever been in one large city, but I'd rather these small towns to that. They're full of more honest folk, I'd like to think.[/color]" 

YAW! Immediately Calanon blinked, his eyes going from amiable to predatory in an instant. At first he thought Cremwise and the wagon were being attacked, but from how everyone around them were reacting, it must be something entirely different. He slung his pack around his back. "[color=00ff66]Brogach![/color]" he called. The Elk shot up at attention, having already been alerted to the suddenly moving wagon. Calanon leaped from the tree and mounted Brogach without touching the ground. "[color=00ff66]Show them the meaning of haste.[/color]" he whispered to his friend. He glanced back at Gretchin as Brogach reared up, giving a wave, then shot after the cart with bounding leaps, the Elf's eyes on the road ahead of them. As they moved, he strapped his pack to Brogach's back, and drew out his sword and shield with an audible [i]shing[/i]. He knelt down as Brogach sped faster, Calanon's hair whipping.