Lorcan, the giant. Strange accent that one.  Faeril couldn't place it, but he didn't care enough to ask where the man was from. He looked like he'd be able to pull his weight and that's all that mattered. Even if Faeril did keep catching him sending strange looks his way. Something to watch, and to keep an eye on. At Revyadin's attempt at a joke, Faeril's scowl deepened again. His back ached. It was none of his fucking business what they had done to get on the same cart. Still, he needed the noble. He kept his tongue as best he could, swallowing some choice curses. "Something like that." He spat the words out through gritted teeth, watching the man begin to prune a stick. At least he looked like he knew what he was doing, unlike the woman. Emmaline. Her name was even that of someone useless. He glanced over at the burrahob as she went on a rant, grimacing at her in response. As insulting as her words were, she wasn't wrong. They needed to get moving. They were standing targets out here, and he wasn't keen on dying in some muddy road at the edge of civilization. He had too much spite in him to die like that. 

His attention turned to Radek. He at least knew where they were. The Seven Cities was a name unfamiliar to him, but it was a start. It was a way to start rebuilding after the terrible way his luck had turned, and perhaps reach his old heights of glory and power. That was something to work towards, at least. And gods knew he needed that. 

Faeril's thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of a chase. He immediately crouched low to the ground and scooped up his manacles, wrapping them around his hand in a crude weapon. It wouldn't do much against a sword or bow, but it was something. Gods, he missed his axe and shield. 

He stayed crouched and ready as the struggle fell silent, eyes scanning the trees for anymore signs of movement. There were none, even as he checked behind him to make sure it all hadn't been an elaborate ruse to ambush them. A few more moments passed as Radek prowled towards the trees and Faeril followed, relatively confident that they weren't going to be attacked from behind. The tension in the air was palbable and he could feel the familiar rush of adrenaline as he waited for whatever it was to be revealed behind the bushes. He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding as the bushes revealed nothing, loosening his grip on the manacles. Thank the gods. That was a fight that he suspected would've been short and not at all in their favor. 

The northman had found where the struggle had taken place quickly. That was useful. Someone else who knew how to track would be invaluable. He noted the backwoods path, and the smoke the was curling through the trees in the distance. Radek was a keen one.

Faeril knelt on the ground and examined blood and the imprint on the ground. It was confusing. No tracks back, no body, nothing to indicate what had happened to whatever poor bastard had met their end here. He spoke quietly to the others, trying not to give away their position to anyone who might be listening for more victims. "It lifted the body up. Must have been a big bastard." He glanced over his shoulder at 'Princess Petunia'. "Or a small victim." He mentally sent a prayer to Boernegar for protection from whatever it was that had struck here, before turning his attention to Radek.

"You said we should head south? If there's no other way to civilization, it looks like we'll have to do so carefully. As much as I'm not keen on following the smell of smoke and puddles of blood with only fucking manacles and clubs for weapons, I'm even less keen on wandering around the woods and dying of starvation, dehydration, or disease. The better question is, do we want to go around or follow the path of least resistance?" He jerked a thumb towards the backwoods path. It was the closest thing they had to a road right now. Unfortunately, it also lead straight towards fire, and likely whatever had spilled all the blood.

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Stealth: 5 Faeril is staying low and attempting to make himself as unnoticeable as possible.

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