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Numair brought himself back to the present. Glancing around at the party that had assembled, he did a mental count. The one healer and Elf. He could have sworn there was another healer. His left hand slowly moved to the hilt of his short sword. His right hand flicking his hood off his head. His pace slowed slightly as he looked around for his missing comrade. 

Numair spied Alfaru sneaking. Not tying remain hidden from the group made it fairly easy to spot him. [i]Had the Halfbreed seen a threat that the others had missed?[/i] Numair moved across the path, so he could keep his traveling companion in sight. Keeping his left hand resting on the hilt of the shirt sword. Ready to back up his compatriot should the need arise.