Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn’t help but find Talic’s mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. 

While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to [i]hear[/i] the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric’s hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. 

As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn’t be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one’s profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all.

He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same.

“Let’s make camp, then.”