Argon strode back into the clearing of the road where his companions treated with one another. "Friends!" he exclaimed. "I sense something! It smells unsatisfying and something I would very much only eat if I was very very hungry. I believe it is Rogs!" he said. He bared his teeth as he said it, a wild look came upon his reptilian gaze. 
Beren had just gotten through with being quite confused at the old man ignoring him. But he perked up, his eyes steeled at the mention of an impending Rog attack. 

"Shit, it was an ambush," Beren said, looking to and fro. He saw most of the buildings were just one story. Thinking quickly, he waved Alice to come over to him, and he knelt down, cupping his hands. "Here, head up top. They're be at us in a second." He told her, indicating her lack of armor and magic capabilities will be better suited atop one of the buildings. Just at that moment, eerie howls could be heard echoing off the trees of the forest. 

Argon hissed at the sound, and then roared in response. He drew out his Bastard Sword and hefted his shield, banging the two together in a challenge to the coming foes. Whatever Alice decided to do, Beren would still be thinking of these ruined buildings and places to use for defensive positions. That is, until Settione and Mag could be seen far in the distance of the forest path. Or their outlines. Geradin barreled through the bushes with them, as did An-Hasst if he decided to tag along. 

"Rogs!" Beren called to them, unhooking his Axe from his sash belt. Geradin's beard bristled, for the race of Dwarves truly hated Gundarogs and their surface kin. "Good!" he cried back, in the mood for butchers work. 
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