During the trek Lothian tried to gather the names of some of the party that he didn't yet know and shared his as well. He didn't keep for much conversation on the road though and eventually went much quieter and put his hood up as the road got more populated, trying to avoid the looks he'd inevitably receive. He was silently thankful for the Templar, as most of the traffic wanted to avoid the party because of him.

When they stopped he was ready to answer in favor of continuing through the forest almost as soon as Val started talking but then they heard screams. He began scanning the treeline after the first scream, his eyes never left it even as he dismounted along with Val. In the short tense silence after the second scream he actually chuckled [color=82ca9d]"Heh, normally I'm the thing haunting the woods"[/color] but quickly shut up as the creature appeared.

He readied his crossbow and took aim as the corrupt wolf began to charge. Targeting it's untainted side he released a few shots, hoping to weaken it's charge if he could not kill it.
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Keenan had been mostly silent during the trip but as he faced down a charging scorn-wolf he sighed and muttered [color=9e0b0f]"aren't these adventures suppose to start with rats?"[/color] still he had stepped forward, blades drawn, and braced against the wolf's charge, sharp parts forward and ready to throw a kick to the underside of it's jaw when it got close.

All the while he could feel the Fae manipulating dark magic behind him, the presence of the shared magic tickling at his back but with a short huff he kept his focus on the creature before him.