"What the hell was that!?" said Jameson as he quickly sprinted alongside Baldur. Back at the caravan, he arrived at the scene of the bloody dead horse. He felt pity for the caravan master and his horse, to others it might just be any other livestock, but to the caravan master, it was his companion all these years. He thought to himself, maybe he should've stayed, would've been easier for the caravan master if Jameson was the one to end the horse, but the trail of thought ended abruptly when he noticed the dark silhouette. "Sorry about the horse, but by the looks on everyone's faces, I'm guessing whoever is over there ain't one of us." said Jameson in a serious tone as he drew one of his flintlock pistols from his coat. He positioned himself in front of Ivan and whispered to him, "Best head inside kid, seems like trouble ain't over yet."