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[@Mag Lev]
[@Dealdric]
[@Rune_Alchemist]
[@Adalea]
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A strong gust of wind carrying tiny flakes of snow blew into the tent as Einarr stepped inside, the ground beneath him a bit more solid and less muddy than the surrounding terrain, most likely due to the presence of the medical tent itself, which helped keep snow form hitting the ground and melting thus preventing the ground from becoming even more boggy than it already was.

Looking about the tents somewhat spacious interior, Einarr saw several long wooden tables, some were covered in surgical instruments and herbs of all kinds, while others acted as makeshift cots for several sick and wounded Order soldier's and scouts. Near the back right corner of the tent Einarr saw the scouts from earlier, most of which were wrapped in bandages and covered in blood, hanging about that area. Well, hanging about wasn't the most accurate term. Rather it was more like they were writhing about in pain while doing the best they could to keep pressure on the measly strips of cloth that helped prevent excessive amounts of blood loss.

Shaking his head slightly at the sight, Einarr steeled himself for confrontation as he approached them. He knew what pain could do to a man's sense of reasoning and judgement. When you combined that with an already strong and deep seeded hatred of something, you had a violent outburst waiting to happen. 

The rude scout from earlier stood up as Einarr drew closer, glaring daggers at him. Einarr was certain that if looks could kill, he would be lying on the ground right now in a pool of his own blood.

Fortunately, looks were harmless. 

But steel wasn't, and the old ranger knew that this man still had a weapon on his body somewhere as well as the will to use it. Keeping this in mind, Einarr calmly continued his approach, only stopping once he was close enough to be heard by the man without having to shout or yell.

[color=white][b]"What do ya' want lapdog?"[/b][/color] The man spat, barely containing his rage. [color=white][b]"Isn' it bad enough that ye' and yer precious Order are 'ere in our land?"[/b][/color]

Einarr's eyes narrowed at the man's words as a not quite friendly smile that didn't reach his eyes spread across his face. [color=gray]"First of all, I'm no one's lapdog. And second, this is just as much my homeland as it is yours."[/color] Einarr replied, doing his best to quell the anger that briefly flared up within him at the mans words.

[color=white][b]"Aye, sure it is."[/b][/color] The man scoffed. [color=white][b]"Last I checked exiles weren't allowed 'ere."[/b][/color]

Einarr grit his teeth in annoyance as he did his best to resist the urge to sock the cocky bastard right in his jaw. Letting out a barely audible sigh of frustration, the old ranger decided to skip the pleasantries and get right down to business. [color=gray]"Look..."[/color] He said, crossing his arms over his chest. [color=gray]"I came here to get information on the forest and the surrounding area, alright? So quit the hard ass bullshit and tell me what I want to know."[/color]

[color=white][b]"An' why would I do that exile?"[/b][/color] The man taunted, taking a few steps closer to Einarr.

[color=gray]"Because the sooner you tell me what I want to know, the sooner I leave this camp."[/color] Einarr growled, quickly growing more and more annoyed with the man's arrogant and sarcastic attitude.

The man stood there for a few minutes, his eyes locked with Einarr's, almost as if he were sizing him up. After what seemed like an eternity the man finally spoke.

[color=white][b]"Eh, alright."[/b][/color] He said, hurling a ball of spit towards the ground between them with his mouth. [color=white][b]"If it gets yer ass out of this camp I'll tell ya what we found. It was about five miles into those woods that we found those corpses. Now I'm not a superstitious man, but that's not something ya see out 'ere everyday. Other than that there wasn't much out of the ordinary besides that damn pack o Wargs."[/b][/color] The man said as he absentmindedly scratched his chin. 

[color=gray]"I see. Anything else?"[/color]

[color=white][b]"Well, the terrains a bit difficult in some places and there's always the possibility of hidden pits buried underneath the snow, but other than that the only thing I suggest ya look out for are the Wargs."[/b][/color]

Einarr stared at the man for a few moment's before nodding. [color=gray]"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the info."[/color] 

[color=white][b]"Eh, whatever exile, just go take care of the problem already will ya? Last thing I want to do is share a camp with a bunch of criminal scum."[/b][/color] The man said as he pushed past Einarr and exited the tent. Einarr let out a relieved grunt now that he didn't have deal with that little shit anymore. Turning round, Einarr walked towards the tent entrance, but not before taking one last look at the dismal place and stepping outside into the cold morning air.