Brannor almost snarled at being pushed and prodded along, both out of his own natural reaction to this predicament and that he knew well to keep up the ruse they so desired. If any of the plentiful enemy would recognize him they too knew him as a great threat, which was to say the claim the green-skin made was only bolstered. It only was further compounded that whatever the hunter was within, he was a monster by any metric, which once upon a time - long before his travels out to the land surrounding Greenest - was a point of deep contention rather than purpose. What could a young heart, so gripped by nature's might, actually do if it was set free? Even briefly witnessed as it was, it was a thing to be reckoned with and somehow the source of other mythic things still concealed within.

That was what made this fine line so perilous to walk for the man despite being surrounded by a newfound company willing to dive into the heart of evil here; that he would need keep in mind the greater goal and instead temper himself. Thus rather than allowing the burning within to surface, his eyes followed the terrain and the tents, noting a band of presumed prisoners - for they were men and women under guard and in chains - hauling a number of chests, boxes, crates and other goods. All of them were observed carefully for the slightest infraction by their captors, all of whom bore scornful eyes.

[i]No will to fight or resist...[/i] Brannor's mind wandered, disappointed that they would rather serve than die trying. This note however, how the armored albeit no longer armed agent of the noble wild's call viewed them, stirred that heartfelt motivation further; if they would not kill these monsters themselves, he would do it. He would do it in due time.

Soon the bear, rather the old man masquerading as the brown beast, tugged him along toward more prisoners. All of whom were at work with menial things. Fortunately, they seemed to lack the same scrutiny and supervision of those their infiltrating band saw earlier. Easy prey as they were to mingle amidst, this place now where he hoped they might take him, the man gritted his jaw and peered further for any other sign of their target only to instead be rewarded with nothing. The rest of his senses provided no added insight either, not that Brannor expected any - at best the camp smelled of smoke, beasts of burden, and the filthy lot who toiled in it.

This went on for a ways during their plodding march before the heightened awareness of the aspiring paladin noted something off, something odd. A man here and there consistently seemed to be spying them. While initially problematic, not fond of being stared at for [i]any[/i] number of reasons Brannor could admit, the rest of the enemy's number seemed to pay them no added mind. No alarm, concern, conversation... anything, in fact.

Just what had this man's attention and why?

[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher][@Gordian Nought][@Irredeemable]