The girl was young. Had she been a boy Heddwyn believed she would have likely lacked hair on her chest in both the figurative and literal sense.

Curious. He wondered how good she was with that bow of hers.

Heddwyn knew the group they had, of six, was a decent amount and there was a few men and women among them that looked well readied to the task. Heddwyn was sure the group took him for an unarmored swordsman given his garb was merely fitted with leather straps, a gambeson, and cloak. It was hardy enough and kept the middle-aged cleric light on his feet. Given the mud and brush they would be walking through heavy armor would have been a mistake and Heddwyn didn’t desire to spend the coin to get such a thing. His coin was better suited to the alms of the poor and his own necessities, after all. He did wonder how they would all operate. With two distance fighters, himself a cleric of median skill with a sword, and the others who looked more like close quarters combatants, it did seem they would be able to handle whatever the beast was should they approach the creature carefully. Heddwyn had heard a handful of rumors about it. And it had been years since its initial appearance yet nobody really knew anything concrete. Anything scientific. It was a curious thing.

He ran his hands through his cloak, tightening it firmly before commenting in a less cryptic, philosophical manner.

“Yes, I do believe it wise for us to gather and make camp. At least until the venture begins.” He took a glance toward the female whom had taken the role of leader with little reluctance. “Understanding one another is vital to our survival and the beast’s end.”