Daelin mulled over the answer. "I've had mixed experiences. There's been some trips where there were no encounters at all but those are generally few and far between. The wilds are always encroaching on the routes and no two seasons are the same for the beasts, especially of late." Daelin looked over to Lyullia and shared a forced smile. "The wilds aren't what scares me though. If something is going to eat me I can at least see it coming. I can do something about it." He dwelled on the real topic in his mind.

	Politics were scary and Daelin, despite his demeanor payed attention to what he heard. "It's the cities I'm more afraid of lately. There's unrest in Arcadia. The slums and lower classes are getting fed up. If there's a civil war I want no part of it. And that's not all. I've heard the fanatics in Berganfont are getting worse. There's been more cases of disappearing civilians, even whole families than there were before. That's only what gets fed down the vine too." Daelin raised a hand to rub the scruff on his face, this time he started to share a genuine smile. "Don't let me depress you, even I get paranoid." He started to get up so that he could descend the ladder.

	"I'm going to get some rest before night falls. Figure I can take first watch." Before his head dipped down into the hatchway he mentioned one last thing. "Just don't forget Lyu, not all beasts wear fur and claws."