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Sorilithan threw back another ale. "Bring another over here barwench!"

The maiden walked over. "I told you not to call me that a*****e." She placed a drink in front of him.

"Bite me wench! YEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!! ******** girl!!!!" Sorilithan held his bleeding ear.

"Serves you right a**!" she stormed off.

"Sorilithan got up and headed out the door without paying. He looked down the street. "Where the ******** did everyone go? Limwyn said she was just going out for a bit of air, and Laribar was just going to the bathroom. And that was yesterday. God dammit," Sorilithan continued to cursed and headed out of town to the south.

Limwyn and Gorthawk continued down the path at a lazy pace. A scratching noise was coming from Gorthawk's massive bag, and Limwyn stopped him so she could investigate.

"Why is the pack making noise?" questioned Gorthawk, sounding a little more than slightly annoyed.

A tinge of blush crept across the female's cheeks, "Well... I put the fox that I caught into the bag and I think it perhaps discovered the family of chipmunks that I relocated into your bag this morning..."

"You did what?" Gorthawk shook his head.

Limwyn was digging through the huge bag feverishly and soon pulled out the red fox by the hind legs. She laughed nervously.

"Sorry," Gorthawk replied, noting her look of disappointment, "I didn't mean to sound so angry... I'm just a little annoyed about what happened earlier. Which reminds me, where are our companions?"

The sound of heavy boots traipsing below and voices woke Kelwyn from where she was sleeping, concealed in the uppermost branches of a tree just a stone's throw away from the road. She grumbled under her breath and, curling up her nose slightly at what she realized she was hearing.

"Orqu.." she hissed under her breath. Crouching, she peered curiously through the branches and at the road below. Orc wasn't the only voice she heard. Barely detectable through the foliage, she could discern an odd couple; a human woman in very strange garments was travelling with a - surprisingly clean-smelling - orc. What was more perplexing is that they were both speaking Common. The orc raised his voice suddenly, obviously angry, and Kelwyn fixed an arrow to her bow, prepared to protect the woman, but it became quickly obvious that this was a simple disagreement among friends... something about a fox.

Moving as silently as she knew how, Kelwyn crossed the tree branches to several paces ahead of the couple. Her instincts told her that she needed to kill this orc - she had never seen an orc who wasn't up to no good - but something held her back. She decided to watch the pair carefully, trailing them from the trees above.

*wantz 2 snog Limwyn* lolz rofl

((*First she smites the evil 1337 speak and continues on with posting, all in one fluid amazing motion.* i pwned j00!))

~It had been days since the cousins had stopped. Jobrand led the horses over to the stream they had been following for days, "Tell me cousin, how many times have you ACTUALLY visited the Ndaedeldhrim?" Leona leaned over her saddle, following on mount as she grinned down at him. "I think you have forgotten your way."

"Shush, we will get their soon enough and sooner without your nagging." Muttering more to himself, Jobrand lifts his blue gaze to look around the area they had managed to find their way to. The horse was happy enough to drink while they waited. Staying in her saddle, with a click of her tongue, Leona stirred her mount with one hand upon the reins towards the water. She leaned over to grin down at her cousin, "You are lost."

"One more word out of you and you will find the ride to be far more uncomfortable as you ride wet the rest of the way." A gleam in his eye over his shoulder says that his threat is not an idle one and he will use it. Taking an sort of challenge, Leona leans down to whisper close to his ear, "Every man gets lost, you should have let me send for Ennedlorion, he could have led..!!" Giving a cry she finds herself hauled from the saddle. Landing on the ground, Jobrand hoists her over his shoulder and his boots are already splashing through the water, like a sack of potatoes she waits.

"Put me down!! JOBRAND KARATH!!!! Put me down!!" Hearing the growing words even over her shouts, he does not set her down in the water, well he does, but upon her feet. Seeing his seriousness she refrains from splashing him and looks around. Her ears catch it now too. Both longbows of the Dale are pulled and the head back to the cover of the trees on their side, "Get the horses.." She does not object and Leona reaches over to grab her indulged horse and then his and leads them back behind some brush, fingers working to tie them, but not as tightly as she would have otherwise.

"Common...it can't be anything too threatening." Leona was a younger woman and Jobrand was her senior in age, but not by much, still he had seen far more of the world then she. He gives a shake of her head, "Sometimes the worst enemies are the ones that surprise you..." Arrows are knocked, his longsword waiting to be pulled from his side and her shortsword as well. Deep blue-green eyes narrow, sparking with a waiting fire as she watches the forest across the stream.

Laribar notices that the town seems somewhat unlively. There are not many people around at all. He continues to search curiously throughout the small hamlet, this takes a while since he is not familiar with the place. After walking for a couple of minutes he finds the most likely place to find a decent number of people in any town, the one building any traveler and adventurer loves to see, the local tavern.

As he walks closer he hears commotion from inside. He had deffinitely found where a good number of people were gathered. He walks in and sits at a booth near the corner of the tavern. Laribar sits down after unstraping his belongings and sliding them underneath the table. "Barmaiden, some of your finest wine, please." he said in a polite voice, no too loudly as to seem impatient and drunk, but still loud enough to be heard over the murmurs of the rest of those in the tavern. The woman having heard him brought the bottle of alcohol and a tall wine glass. She pours him a glass and Laribar pays imediately thereafter. "Thank you very much." he kindly says to the maiden and smiles brightly. She smiles back and goes back to the bar. He looks around him after sipping the sweet wine. Something seems to be in disarray in this town and he would like to know what it is. He continues to survey the tavernfolk and think to himself.