The girl's relief was evident in her posture and her face as she straightened out and gave a somewhat confident answer. He noticed her eyeing the other groceries and let out a little chortle. Experienced with axes, eh? Well, they'd have to see about that. Still, it couldn't hurt to have an extra set of hands around. "It ain't gonna be easy, but for the most part, we're all decent people and we look out for each other. Well, let's get back to the camp. Shouldn't be far, now."
Of course they arrived when their commander was getting attacked by a really big guy. Of course. There were a few other strangers around, but before Barst had the time to even put the groceries down safely, Duraid seemed to have the situation under control. Damn, that man was good. Managed to back away from a feint, a real attack, AND arm himself, albeit with a weapon that might not be the best for a relatively close-quarters fight. Shooting a look to his companions, Barst took a relaxed posed and looked on. "Let him take care of it. I doubt he'd let us interfere if we tried."
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