With no magical skill to speak of, Hector could only take Ambroise and Jacque's statement at face value, nodding his understanding. The heavy fog around him only added to his unease, with the young noble noting that this was the perfect territory and atmosphere for an ambush. 

Hector blinked once, and all of a sudden, his vision was filled with nothing but the sight of his allies being fallen upon by monsters, screams filling the air. He blinked a second time, and the delusion was gone. Hector shook his head, trying to focus back on the present. No. It wouldn't happen again this time. He would be more watchful. He wouldn't allow another massacre of his allies to occur. 

"Right. With this in mind, stopping for a rest would just leave us open for an ambush. Best to keep moving. Keep alert, and keep your weapons at the ready. We've likely already been detected by our quarry."