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Dripping a bit from a combination of sweat and spilt water did not help the badlander's disposition, but the Caerebean was somewhat right. A decision needed to be made, even if Eomer did not agree with the one Ezlan had made. At this rate, Ezlan would have them bounce settlement to settlement hoping for board for all of the group until dawn before realising it was fruitless. Was it not better, as Erevan said, to bed down now and actually prepare that which was needed, firewood, bedding, etc, before darkness fell?

Daggers could be felt in Ezlan's back as he announced his desires and turned to walk away, Eomer said nothing but glowered at the 'man' strut off into the night. He muttered a quiet curse under his breath, before snapping out slightly louder "I may not know you, or trust you, but one thing I know is that as soon as you turn your sorry hide on the rest of us, put your tail between your legs and scarper to the nearest settlement, you jeopardise the lives of the rest of us. One less man to watch through the night means we're all more tired for the coming days. One less man to protect us from some wild beast, or, I shudder to think, some nocturnal raiding band looking for some easy prey" he spat, almost growling at the Caerebean. "There us a reason why I said '[i]we[/i] find a settlement', and not '[i]you[/i] prance off alone and find shelter', whilst the rest of us sit outside. I..."

He stopped suddenly in his rant as he turned to follow Ezlan's path of betrayal when he noticed the faint glimmer of a pipe in the distance, and after the faint outline of a Man... well, a very short man. Before a word could be uttered, Erevan beat him to the punch at calling out to the stranger. Still though, the badlander quietly drew his short blade, knowing well not to trust a lone man traveling dark roads at dusk. That was a tactic often used up north as an ambush set itself up, a simple diversionary tactic. As the man came closer, he gripped the knife ever tighter, knuckles turning white as the blood circulation was cut off. At least if this traveller was to kill anyone it would be Ezlan, he silently laughed morbidly.

Listening to the dwarf's story, Eomer frowned slightly, sending a slightly concerned look towards the others. It just didn't add up. The Guild Master had specifically mentioned five, with the last being the tiefling to his rear. "Sixth member you say? We were told by the Guild there were to be five of us for this job. What proof have you that you were sent by the Brethren, and are not simply a well dressed bandit with a stolen badge of honour?" He still gripped the blade tightly, although as the dwarf had approached closer the Badlander moved to hide the blade from view. No need to incite unnecessarily violence of course, but always a need to defend yourself if it comes at you. "Like what job have we been sent to do for example?"