Crom continued following the group, bringing up the rear as usual. The air was chilly, but not bitterly cold, not yet at least. The soldier took the incline of the mountain in stride, periodically glancing around him, making sure nothing was lurking within the shadows of the mighty evergreens that surrounded the ragtag group of adventurers. The forest was actually quite tranquil. Occasionally one would hear the scurrying of a nearby animal, or the call of a distant bird, but otherwise the only sounds were made by the footsteps of the company slowly traversing their way up the mountain. Crom breathed in the fresh air deeply. This was what he loved about the road; the peace and quiet. Adrian was still leading the group. The boy slipped, and for a moment Crom quickened his pace to come to his aid, but the fiery young lad was already on his feet and back about his business in a few seconds. The mercenary admired the young man's dedication, he clearly had a strong spirit. He took another swig from his flask, frowning only slightly at the strong taste. The container was about one fourth empty. He was unsure of just how potent the drink he had purchased at the Mast was, but he was sure he'd have to use it before they reached their destination. He walked slightly faster, moving up towards the front of the group. "So lad, how'd you end up out here?" he asked Adrian, trying to start a conversation.