Harol followed Freya for a moment, but started to overtake her once they had made it far enough from the wreck he had caused. He had the rain hood on his head once again, and he could only hope he had managed to collect all of his belongings before they had had to go. "If Noddy survived, he will likely try to seek us out", Harol said to Freya as soon as they had made it outside of the village. "That is only his best interest, given I promised to free him of some of the favours. But I am unsure what happens if he was killed, and I didn't happen to look at the left side of the chasm where the assailants and Noddy must've been." Soon they would come to crossroads where they would take the right turn and dive into another forest, much like how they spent their time yesterday. The house Clasz was drawing ever nearer.

Just as they reached the edge of the forest, Harol had to stop for a drink. "So Freya, we are close", he simply told her before taking a sip from his waterskin, noticing how low on water it actually was. He had thought about filling it in the morning, but hadn't had the time thanks to the little ambush. Deciding to be a gentleman, he offered the rest to Freya, as she must have gotten thirsty during the trek as well. "You can have the rest. It's all we have but at the very least we will be at house Clasz soon." Handing the waterskin to Freya, he then continued walking rather slowly, letting her easily catch up and once she did, he returned to normal pace.

The shadows of the trees all around shaded the road nicely, and although it was still rather cool spring weather, Harol found this to be more comfortable than what it had been walking in direct sunlight for the start. At the very least the sun did not shine directly into your eye and the smell of the trees was pretty nice after all. But soon-ish they were interrupted by two warriors clad in full plate armour armed with heavy kiteshields and flails. The symbol on their shields however was familiar to Harol and he remained calm as one of them spoke: "You have arrived to grounds of House Clasz." The symbol looked like an hourglass at a glance, but if attention was paid to it, one could see it was a crudely drawn eye split from the middle and the pointy ends placed against each other*. "I do believe we have", Harol answered, "and I also think you have been expecting us. House Arkdal fell, as you should well know by now. Me and my friend seek sanctuary, and we know you can provide it." "And you are correct with all that, warlock. we will join you for the rest of you journey", the soldier confirmed and they tuned around to lead the way. It was only then the Harol heard noise from behind him. A quick look revealed three more warriors in similar gear. How had they managed to sneak there? Well, that mattered no longer, they were safe now.

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So, an eye. From this <(•)> To something like this )><(. Yeah. ASCII skills I possess are terrible.[/hider]