"Argon," Beren called to the Lizardman, and the bestial warrior slithered over and stood tall. Beren was not short, but Argon towered over him just the same. "Yessss, friend?" he asked. The Saurdraxes tongue slipped out for a moment to taste the air. Beren pointed around them. "We need to protect the village at all costs, right?"
 
"Yessss." 

"Then don't stray too far from the village. If you catch a scent, keep the others informed but stay close. Lead them well and I'll see you soon." Beren told him. Meanwhile, as Settione began to draw his prayer circle, Calanon breathed in through his nose and approached Aeryn, giving a bow. "I...I apologize. But I have a duty to the group." he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "We'll return shortly. I know you know of what you speak, but this is how I contribute." 

Settione had just finished his circle and intoned the God of luck and trickery, and all who chose stood within the circle. Geradin chose not to, muttering his God already gave him protection. clutching his hammer tightly in his strong fist. Beren was an Eru'Dai, and could not in good conscience give too much homage to any deity other than the EverGod above, but he did not leave the circle. Calanon stood within as well. 

"We'll see you when you get back." Beren said to Calanon, drawing the Wood Elf's gaze. He gave a smile of camraderie back to Beren, the two clearly having been friends for many years, even before they had been called to adventure in RiverDale all those weeks ago. Geradin nudged Beren, and motioned for him to get going with him and get to work. They needed to finish the palisade and the ditch while the others scouted.  

There were no horses save three privately owned ones in the town, but Calanon assured them he and Brogach would be sufficient, and Argon offered to let Alice ride atop his back if it came to it, or if she wanted to now. He was far too friendly for a hulking reptilian warrior. Alice, Calanon, Argon, Ann-Hasst, and Nicademus had the time to gather their arms and a small bit of rations before they headed out, following Argon as Calanon and Brogach disappeared into the brush to be their eyes for the small excursion. The ground was at it had been when they had found the village. A sea of vines, brush, trees and roots that jutted out of the ground, with islands of bushes. Soon they lost sight of the village, Argon creeping along the ground on all fours, though his back still reached waist height on a man. 

At the village, Beren and Geradin had stripped off their shirts and armor, and had begun to dig. It was an odd pairing, both heavily muscled and scarred, clearly fit for manual labor. However while Beren's torso was slim and sculpted at the waist and broadening at the chest and shoulders, Geradin was barrel chested and far hairier. They began to dig at the fore of the town. A man, looking to be one of the more well off people in the village (not that it was saying much) approached Settione, whom he saw had little to do after he had called for the prayer circle. 

"'Scuse me sir." the man said, tapping Settione on the shoulder. "You the priest, yeah? You got a moment to held the elder man, bear looking fellow? You see it's my wife, she's in labor. Though a prayer or two might help her..." 

Ursaren had already washed and bandaged a guardsmen who had been attacked by a beast, but he now found himself warming water and setting it to boil to get ready for the baby that was apparently forthcoming. Aeryn had found herself where she had been, caught between various things to do. 
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