[h3] Falke, Fields [/h3]

Cain lingered at the back of the group, catching the occasional glance his way. Not that no one here really trusted one another to begin with but they were quite clearly not fans of him, that was fine, he preferred it that way. Cain wordlessly stared ahead as the group continued on, very rarely letting his eyes wander to the fields at their sides, bathed in the orange hue of the setting sun.

The claw handed woman asked something about food, clearly she did not think very highly of anyone save for perhaps the lady in the large brown cloak. Cain looked at her for a moment and gently tapped the side of his bad in response before once more gazing at the path ahead as he walked. He didn't tend to carry much but he'd packed some provisions, he wasn't a big eater to begin with but if worst came to worst he could hunt with his bow and trap if need be, useful skills acquired from various stakeouts in the woods.

The woman in the gilded armour, Cain had underestimated her. She was far more irritating than he'd given her credit and the journey had barely lasted an hour. She was snide and condescending to her companions, Cain was now quite certain after her comment to the woman on the golem that she was most likely going to try get the group killed, or at the very least use them as meat shields. Cain was loyal to some fault, but if a death blow was heading towards them he knew he'd been getting out of the way. 

She spoke with the brown cloaked lady, about religion it seemed. Cain didn't have much time for it usually but their conversation was the most notable sounds provided save for the occasional whistle of a bird and rustle of trees. 'Rebecca' was the woman's name, or perhaps not, it'd do for now in any case. The Order sounded like powerful combatants to hear 'Rebecca' talk about them... 'Life is pretty nice over there, as long as you don’t get on their bad sides' Cain mulled over her words. That was either a possible threat or simple statement of fact, perhaps they paid well too.