A quiet hum escaped Eodras' lips as he strolled down the road with the rest of the company, the grey skies didn't really bother him compared to looks on other peoples faces. He'd been with this group for around a week now after running into the caravan and finding out that they were heading away from Bree as well. It turned out that Eodras didn't really like travelling on his own, he liked the company of other people. Also it was a lot safer to be in a large group like this.  

A dwarf was sat on a carriage just in front of him flipping some axes, Eodras really wanted to try it but didn't want to live the rest of his life with a missing finger. The wind started to pick up slightly as Eodras wrapped himself up in his massive olive cloak keeping himself warm, he left his hood down though thinking the cool breeze refreshed him.

Eodras, like most people was keeping his distance from Darcyn. The man was a brute and one day would get his comeuppance. If Eodras was a skilled fighter, he'd try it himself, but there was more of a chance that Darcyn or one of his bodyguards would stop him and maybe even kill him. For now Eodras wanted to stay out of his way, maybe if people confronted him Eodras would back them up... Or not. It would depend on how he'd be feeling.