If the man's attention could perk, it would now, for his mundane labor of attending to the animals they rode paid off in gaining an insight he would not well have come to learn otherwise. Near broken fork in hand, the length of its old wood body acting still as a handle, the hunter continued about removing the waste hay and mud that surrounded the horses' confines, making no effort to tip off what it was he heard so clearly. Rather, he cared more for keeping the great hoofed beasts under an aura of calm, for the last thing he needed was for his unsettling presence to rile them and draw attention. As it were, the last part of their exchange struck out to him with the greatest emphasis of all that was said.

[i]"... Most important ones would be the old man and the blue haired girl, so stop them even when alone. Morndath does not want them going."[/i] The message ended, the feigned worker glancing only to catch a glimpse of the man who offered this information and was surely disappointed; he looked to be a runner, any number of these wretches. At first he had hoped the man would make for an easy mark to come, yet fate had other things in mind. Then again, what surprise would it be they were faceless by and large apart from one another?

Silently Brannor carried on with his work, looking over the steeds in the process. Perhaps, just perhaps this effort they had him making would be of use after all. If they needed to make a swift escape, the horses were on the fringes of the camp and cutting their reigns either to sabotage their foes in pursuit or so they might make that escape themselves could be of great use. The huntsman prayed it did not come to that, hoping instead they might rather be covert and slip out under the graces of the [i]Pale Lady's[/i] light, free from the shackles of these scaled fiends and their human lapdogs. Just thinking of the situation he found himself in, so close to do what he must yet so damnably far from reaching, drove him closer to rage.

All that mattered was, was that the others seemed to be succeeding in their plan somehow, someway.

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