Closed A Walk in the Woods [Seng, Noven & Garret]

[Serta]

35th of Winter, 513 AV

Serta was in a less than ideal situation. She was seated against a tree in a small clearing, her arms tied rather securely behind her back, which was surprising all in itself seeing as the two men who had tied her appeared to be no more than bumbling idiots and she was unable to shift. The angle that her arms had been pulled back to ensured that she would break, or at least dislocate, bother of them should she even try. The men responsible were leering down at her, fairly satisfied grins on their faces.

The two idiots, as she had fondly taken to calling them, had now been joined by another, slightly less clueless man. He glanced at her as he walked passed and Serta glared at him as he pulled open her bag, shovelling through her meagre belongings, looking for anything of value. At this she at least had something to feel grateful for; the only valuable belongings she had were her boots, particularly old, heavy, leather beasts with spring loaded daggers hidden in the soles, and her Bagh Nahk, which was tucked into her boots.

Serta struggled as subtly as she could, pulling at her bonds in an attempt to loosen them. She looked up just in time to she them pull out her spare boots. "Hey!" She yelled as the man threw them towards his bags. "Don't touch my boots you runty little--" She yelped as one of the others kicked at her, but recovered quickly, baring her teeth at him. The others laughed and she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, so brave, laughing at a restrained girl. Nice." she snarled.

Sighing she let her head roll back to rest against the tree. She rubbed her head against it, the rough bark scratching at her scalp. "So girl," The newcomer, and from the looks of it, the leader started, sitting back from her bag to eye her curiously. "What are you doing out here all on your own?" Serta looked around again and tried for her most unsettling smile, one that showed all of her teeth and pinned him with a cold eyed glare. "You should let me go." She said, ignoring his question and forcing her shoulders to relax. "The others I was hunting with will be here soon, and there's more of them than you." She lied, her eyes falling to the knife at his hip. "They have more weapons too." She added. The leader snorted at her and stood, walking towards her. "You're alone brat, we found your camp. Now what are you doing in Sunberth?" He grunted, kicking at her foot. Serta growled and looked away, eyes scanning the trees, looking for any opportunity to distract him. "Are you a spy?" He continued. Serta raised her eyebrows at him incredulously. "Are you an idiot?" She exclaimed in surprise. The leader glared and kicked at her again. "Answer the question!" He barked. Serta narrowed her eyes and starred at him, refusing to answer. This idiot can try to kill me if he really wants to. She decided, setting her shoulders and ignoring the pull in her elbows.

[Garret Sawyer]

"Come hunting with us they said, it'll be fun they said, we'll kill us a bear they said. Well where is the fucking bear? And where the fuck are we?" He grumbled under his breath as they walked along the forest floor. For two bells now, maybe even three in fact, they had been wandering around the forest, looking for tracks and clues to a bear's whereabouts but so far all Garret had managed to catch was a cold, and not a very impressive one at that.

Still, there were worst places to be lost. It was roughly noon and the bright sun could be seen high in the clear, blue sky expect for a few small clouds, its rays of light breaking through the weave of leafless trees, glistening off the pure white snow that blanketed the forest. The air was cool and fresh, and with no wind to be felt it was left without a bitter bite to it as Garret breathed it in deeply, both for the pleasurable sensation in provided and to keep calm about the fact he was stuck in a forest with two morons for company.

"I would like to see just one animal, just one!" He thought as he walked along, the high pitched whistle of birds echoing throughout the forest yet these animals were only to be heard and never seen by Garret. His feet had started to numb as snow leaked through the cracked leather boots, and as more snow started slow cascade down from the heavens he wrapped his thin coat around his body tightly, thanks to that damnable thief who wrecked chaos in the seaside market he had never gotten around to actually buying some decent winter clothes and he was chastising himself silently for that mistake.

He was still armed to the teeth though, he had been told to prepare for combat against vicious and apparently non-existent beasts, his wooden shield was slung over his back, two simple yet brutal looking throwing axes where tucked in between his belt around his back, and as always his morningstar hung from his belt, tucked under his coat like the axes though a frosted spike or two could be seen as he walked along as the light reflected of the metal.

"I should have never taken them up on their offer, so what if we've shed blood together, that doesn't make us friends" He thought as he walked along, debating whether to kill them and leave them in this godforsaken forest as dinner for the wolves "And their group doesn't even sound that good, they can promise all the work I want, it doesn't mean they'll deliver on their offer." He rubbed his forehead as he walked along, feeling very old all of a sudden "People give me such a headache"

Suddenly Garret stopped, a smell most vile flooding his nostrils as he sniffed tentatively before gagging slightly and covering his nostrils. In the middle of the 'path' lay the biggest turd he had ever seen, it had managed to melt the snow around it and it continued to steam in the cold winter air. At first he assumed they had actually managed to stumble across a pile of bear crap by some will of the gods but no, it looked far too familiar to belong to another animal.

It was human... It was a human poo.

"Well that's just great isn't!" He exclaimed suddenly, an outburst that had to be let out "So, we have been in this forest for several bells now, not a single sighting of any animal, and the rewards for this little endeavour?" he asked rhetorically, gesturing "That ... This just shows that Sunberth really is the arsehole of the world, even your forests are filling with your shit!" He finished, breathing deeply after his rant, great plumes of vaporous fog streaming out as he puffed.

"And I suppose there is one more question... Why is it there?"

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

"Stop mumbling to yourself..." Senghor could only shot towards Garret incoherent moans and excuses, heavens the old man complained more than a noble bastard child on its birthday. As Seng walked behind the smaller man, his thoughts drew back to why they were even outside of Sunberth, marginally though it was still outside well enough to be bordering between the city and the Wildlands. He remembered, they were sitting around a table at the Pig's Foot, an than a discussion about the trade came in and than he remembered that bear fur was selling well, especially in winter. Yet what he found comedic was their current situation, they were either truly brave or truly insane to go after one, especially during the winter season. Yet maybe with just a couple of stabs here and the the furry behemoth might fall down and die without too much damage to the hide. As he looked around the fauna of around them, he wondered and thought whether they'd even found one, bears weren't just rare but deadly during this time... 'No bow, no arrows... Just cold and a whole bunch of stupid...' he thought to himself as he pushed on feeling the chill of winter hug his lean body, due to not having much body fat Seng had started to see that many people considered him as a muscular giant, yet he knew that the combination of both his height and lean figure gave that illusion, he wanted to sigh whenever he thought about it yet he always left people to perceive him whatever way they choose too. 'Huh, can't believe I used to climb some of these trees just for the sake of it...' when he was a child, Seng would always leave the city with his parents and hunt the little critters that dwelled around, even though it seemed like a fragment of a memory it was one that he often revisited whenever he was out here. Seng was wearing a simple array of clothing and used a coat he'd 'liberated' from a washing line to shroud his body before they came, it worked well because the cold wasn't that bad... His thoughts shifted back to the matter at hand and momentarily he asked himself whether Garret was the cause they hadn't found a single animal yet, maybe he was adorned so heavily with weapons that they were making a noise?, Argh, that couldn't be it... It was winter, they are were probably asleep... It wasn't until the older man started hollering again that he was sure that he was the cause, he spat probably the greatest truth about Sunberth yet Seng could only get irritated and step up to the human turd... Wait, a human turd? "Strange... Why would a person take a crap out in this cold?" Seng knelt down behind it and waved his hand over it, it was still warm, there was steam still coming from it, so it was probably quite recent a bell ago, no a couple of ticks certainly, he could be be sure. It's stench was horrid, as he knelt there his eyes began to burn slowly before he stood up straight and looked ahead, he turned his head and saw that any possible tracks were gone, the falling snow had covered over it... As he turned and walked around the area for a moment, still nothing, he turned back and looked at his 'compatriots'. "You gentlemen up for a scavenger hunt?..." he asked sarcastically as he walked back to the men, he was intrigued, maybe someone was lost, most probably an unwilling victim to the winters vengeance. At the back of his mind a growing feeling to pursue this slight mystery was merely out of boredom and to get the blood flowing, Sunberth was full of lunatics, and maybe they'd stubble on a cart and claim the riches themselves, who knew?...

[Noven]

"I don't like this."

Noven stared out into the dense forest, getting the distinct impression this whole bear hunting business would not be nearly as straightforward as they had hoped it would be. Granted, when they had been gathered around at the Pig's Foot, slightly drunk and pissed off from the constant pangs of hunger, issues like realistic probabilities and lack of any tracking skills whatsoever hadn't exactly been...addressed.

Now, as they trudged aimlessly around in the snow, sniffling and shivering in their ragged clothing, the cook was beginning to feel the faintest beginnings of what might very well be regret.

Well, fat good it would do them now.

Then they found the pile of steaming, human shyke, and it was all Nov could do not to throw his hands up in the air and start heading back right then and there.

"I suppose better we find something than nothing out here," he muttered in response to Seng's question. At the very least, if they happened upon someone, they might have some advice on bear hunting. Or, more likely, something that didn't belong to them that the three mercenaries could reappropriate after beating them senseless.

It wasn't long trekking around the vicinity of where they had found the turd when Nov's assessment proved true. Except, the thing that didn't belong to the turd's creator was neither gold nor food, but a woman.

Nov stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he heard the voices. He turned to look at his companions, who had undoubtedly heard the snide remarks and angry shouts. The blanket of fresh snow muffled what would otherwise be echoes of a human argument, but the whole forest was asleep with the arrival of Winter, and there was little else out here making such a ruckus. Without uttering a single word, they crept up as quietly as they could, taking slow, careful steps.

Behind the cover of a thick, ancient tree, Nov peeked around slabs of bark to see who the voices belonged to.

"Are you a spy?"
"Are you an idiot?"
The sound of a kick and a pained grunt. "Answer the question!"

Moving with agonizing care, the cook managed to creep one tree closer to the heated scene. He wasn't exactly the stalking, skulking type, preferring to use his fits outright than waste time tip toeing around. But this was no ordinary me versus thugs situation, and they needed to know what was happening.

From his new angle, he could see a mop of hair and arms bound tight to the back of a lean figure. A woman, if he had to guess from the voice alone. Before her stood two leering goons and their beady eyed leader. Well, that was a familiar and welcome sight to behold. Especially the pile of what could only be pelts, tied in a sloppy stack and left with the rest of the men's supplies.

Good thing the he and his fellow mercs were exceptionally good at kicking goony ass.

Nov turned around at his companions with a delirious expression of glee. There was no way they were going to pass up an opportunity like this.

He pointed at the supplies, then jerked his chin to his left. Then he removed his Tamos from his belt and began creeping around the three lowlifes and their recent captive. Nov almost felt sorry for them and their complete lack of preparation for the furious beatings about to be unleashed upon their unsuspecting backs. Almost.

But that gorgeous, alluring, tied up...

...pile of pelts. Gods. Nov was already dreaming up all the different things he could finally eat as he readied himself to jump the clueless kidnappers.

[Serta]

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It was damn cold and as it turned out, a huddled, shivering woman covered in patches of ice water wasn't exactly the image of intimidation. Serta frowned as the man returned her glare steadily. After a few ticks he pulled his knife from its sheath, wiping it across the leg of his pants and shooting her a pointed look. Sighing Serta rolled her eyes and slouched. The idiot wasn't scary or intimidating but he probably was insane and cutthroat enough to kill her. Playing hard to get isn't going to get me out of this mess. She thought to herself, an idea coming to mind.

"I'm not a spy." Grinning she tilted her head back to look at the leader. "And I don't want to be a slave, but you don't want to loose the money I would bring. How bout we cut a deal, eh?" Serta took the goons raised brow as a prompt to continue. "I was coming to Sunberth with money, start a new life and all that. I wasn't about to keep it on myself so I hid it. If you untie my arms I'll take you to it." She finished, look as he carefully hid his expressions. "Or we could find it ourselves and add to it by sell you anyway." Serta forced a laugh and pulled a face at him. "You could try, but you'd neve find it without me. What are you scared of anyway, I'm unarmed and out numbered!" She watched carefully as the three exchanged glances and stifled an ecstatic smile as the rope bearing morons gripped her arms to lift her up. A movement from her right caught her attention as she moved but Serta kept her attention firmly on the man in front of her. She shuffled her feet a few times while her arms were untied. As soon as she was free she whipped her arms around to rub at the rope burn. "Alright now girl, show us where it is." The leader growled, folding his arms across his chest. "I think my feet are frozen.." She grumbled, ignoring him as she rubbed at her calves. The top of her Bagh Nahk gleamed at her from where it was tucked into her boot. Stab and run. She thought to herself soothingly, yanking the blades free and slamming them into the mans leg in an easy, fluid motion.

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[Garret Sawyer]

Garret couldn't believe his eyes, how can something be that long and sleek? With such a smooth finish as well Garret couldn't help but lick his lips eagerly, every second that he wasn't holding them was a crime as it was just waiting there for him to take.
"I wonder how much we could get for those furs..." He muttered to his companions as he surveyed the scene, three men with one woman captive. Garret spied one of the thugs holding a rather viscous looking serrated knife, and at the waist of the leader hung a rather fine looking leather sheath, long enough to hold a longsword judging by the size of it.

As Noven crept one way Garret went the other way, the snow muffling most of his movements, only the faintest crunch could be heard as he tiptoed as slowly as he could manage. From his new position he could barely see the woman but had a new view on her captors. These men made Garret look like an oil painting, with weather-beaten faces from years out in the wild not one of them was a day under thirty and all of them had scarred faces from numerous encounters with their own stupidity. That said these men had managed to take down beasts that his entourage hadn't even seen, or been smart enough to steal it off someone else so they were certainly not to be trifled with.

He looked across to Noven, nodding at him as they shared a look of what to do with the thug. "But what to do with the woman..." Garret wondered as he pulled his shield over his shoulder and secured it to his arm, he heard her speak of gold as he pulled out one of his axes "I suppose it wouldn't be much trouble to escort her back to Sunberth, for a fee of co- Wait, what's happening?" He thought, as the woman was being pulled up.

He watched as they untied the woman, seeming unaware that they were her captor. Suddenly a flash of steel appeared for a split second before vanishing once more "Oh she's clever... She's making it harder for us but she's clever" He thought approvingly before he raised his throwing axe, he wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do but he had a good idea in mind so this might be the best time to strike. In all honesty, he wasn't that skilled with a throwing axe but it seemed like a good idea to bring them along and as he closed his left eye, and sized up his target he was sure he could hit him.

The cry of anguish from the group's leader let him know when to throw as the woman jammed something sharp in the leader's thigh. He pulled the axe backwards as he tried to calculate the axe's path as it soared through the air but that was far beyond his skill so he simply swung it forward before letting go. The axe spun quickly through the air, tearing the air asunder as the heavy axe head rotated with such ferocity it only appeared a blur to Garret's eyes. With a sudden thud that echoed through the forest, sending those hidden birds scattering in all direction, the axe head struck with a force that could shatter bones and shred organs. Unfortunately for Garret, the axe had gone wide and instead of burying itself into the tainted flesh of his enemies, it had instead hit a tree.

Undeterred Garret charged forward, his shield rose, and slid his morning star out of his belt, as he sought out the thug with the serrated knife. The thug taken aback by the new arrival and his resistive captor looked between the two opponents before deciding that Garret would be the safer option as charged forward, his dagger held backwards as he his arm rose up before slashing violently in a horizontal motion as he approached Garret.

Garret barely had time to react as the vicious, blackened blade came hurtling towards him. He heaved his shield up just in time as the dagger sunk into the wood, but instead of deflecting the force, Garret had opted to face it head on so was sent stumbling backwards as he was knocked of balance, his boots sliding effortlessly against the icy ground as he struggled to regain it.

"Ambush!" The thug cried out as he pushed forwards but Garret doubted it would help, he fellow mercenaries might have left him to die, but they wouldn't leave the bountiful prize that awaited them. As his back smacked against a tree at the edge of the clearing he managed to steady his balance fast he enough to ready himself as the thug stepped towards him. This time when the dagger came towards him, ready to slit his throat from side to side, he swung outwards with his shield, knocking the dagger to onside as he used the momentum of the heavy shield to swing his morningstar forwards.

With a blood curdling scream and a sickening crunch as the spikes embedded themselves into the man's thigh, he had been aiming for the kneecap but the fluffy snow had stopped his foot from sliding so he had reached that far downward. As the man began to weep and squirm, which only made the wound worse as hot blood spurted from the gash, drenching the snow beneath his feet.

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

As his golden brown globes fixed on the bandits and the tied women, it was than that the confines of his brain began to rattle as much deeper thoughts and ideas flooded it, he frowned and listened in on what he could only describe as stupidity of a bickering between captors and captive. When his comrades chose which side to ambush from, Senghor choose for a rather unorthodox method, he snaked his way back with careful footsteps, so precise their silence was chilling and soon the desert skinned man disappeared into the foliage of the woods. It didn't even take a tick before his agile body was perched into the layers of the trees to hug him, the cold darkness of joint leaves becoming one with him, it didn't take long before Seng accepted it and waited, huddled up in the thick blanket. With his eyes shut and his ears the senses he used momentarily, a couple of ticks later the commotion he'd predict disturbed the tranquility of the forestry, and than footsteps, agitated and quickly sprinting forward in the snow. Senghor opened his eyes and watched as one of the mercenaries came running through, grunting in pain and seemingly hurt, he wondered who'd gotten to him yet shrugged it off as a hunt ensued between him and the bandit. He observed as the man passed the tree he was huddled in, undeterred by the gazing through the leaves and than it seemed that nobody else was following him, he stalked. The dense nature of the bordering trees caused the fauna there to be a mass of thick and interrconnecting branches, yet maybe they were lucky enough to be there at the right time. "Argh... Damnit, that whore... when I get my han.. What's that?" the bandit asked as he looked around and saw nothing, Seng had already moved from one tree to another, utilizing his lean figure and agility, yet when his some of his weight had pressed down on a branch, it groaned and broke off causing him to move back and bland in. Where it was the shroud he wore or the losing blood the man still hand caught a glimpse of him, for a couple of seconds he stood there surveying the area before moving slowly. Senghor looked from within the trees and felt a tug at his lips and began to taunt, his deep voice bouncing off the trees and branches with a resound echo. "You're going to die..." he said and watched as the man stiffened before high tailing it and pushing for full speed. He ran and sharply turned, going for the losing Senghor in the density of the coupled trees. It was than that he heard the grunts of wood as branches and twigs broke, he turned to see a shadow quickly shifting, dodging seemingly running through the trees, with the shroud it looked like a mass of darkness consuming the forest behind it... Suddenly it stopped, and but he kept moving for a couple of ticks, fatigue had taken over and all he could do was look back and when he saw nothing, he leaned against a tree. With a sigh he slowly began to chuckle in relief before a familiar crackle of a groaning branch sang its melody above him. Slowly he began to look up and before his eyes grasped the concept of a human his yelped in pain as his hair was grasped and pulled up. Senghor mustered all his strength into lifting him up, his right arm snaked its way around his neck and it didn't take long for the gurgling to begin as the man's life slowly left him... The writhing figure beneath him kicked, and grasped his arm before slowly stopping, and than silence... A thud echoed into the slow as Senghor let go and quickly jumped off the tree. The corpse of the man was now slightly heavier yet Seng's strength didn't leave him, he heaved the man over his shoulder and began his trudge back to the other mercenaries. When he returned he dumped the man's body onto the cold snow and looked at his everyone one of there and asked... "Gentlemen... What's the story here?" he questioned whilst lightly tapping the corpse he threw down with his boot...

[Noven]

Now directly behind the three goons and closest to the shortest one, a bald, twitchy looking petcher, Nov readied his Tamos and took a step forward, fully prepared to move away from the safety of the trees. Then someone screamed, and he saw the captive woman draw back her first from a bleeding thug.

The mercenary cursed, then exploded from his hiding place.

He barely registered the rest of those present as he slammed daggers first into the unsuspecting goon. Somewhere, he heard the sickening smack of morningstar meeting flesh and grinned, pegging down his prey with his weight before yanking out one of his Tamos from the man's side and planting it in his neck. He flared his mark for a brief tick, allowing his curse to be sated with only a moment of passing pain for the bandit before he gurgled and died.

Normally, Nov wasn't one to end things so quickly and cleanly. Mostly because he usually didn't have the advantage of treelines and the element of surprise. But, there was one too many reasons to get this over as quickly as possible.

He got to his feet with a satisfied sigh, wiping his bloody blades against the bandits cloak. Then he sauntered over to the pile of pelts and stroked them lovingly. Clearly, the bandits had not been the ones who procured them. They were already skinned and prepped, and there was no way a trio of thugs would have been able to perform such a task out here in the snowy forest. Nov wondered who they killed to get something so fine. A family of traders, perhaps. They probably didn't even spare the children, and the women...

The cook spat out an unpleasant taste in his mouth and took stock of all the supplies that now belonged to him and his fellow mercs. It wasn't much, aside from the pelts. Just a bit of rations and some basic survival gear. Looked like the bandits weren't planing on staying out here for long.

He gathered everything, walked over to where Garret, Seng, and the now uncaptured girl were, and dumped everything next to his companions' freshly maimed corpses.

"You, lass," he inquired, pointing first at the woman, then at the pile of supplies. "Any of this yours?"

Then he turned to look at each of his partners as he jerked a thub backwards. "So...what do we do about her?"

[Serta]

Serta frowned at the men as she grabbed her things and shoved them back into her bag. That was... suprising. She thought to herself as she slung the strap over her shoulder and studied the men around her, taking in their weapons and their physical size. Each of them was larger than herself, though she didn't doubt she could out run them if need be. She crouched and picked up a handful of snow, rubbing it against the blades of her weapon before shoving it back into her boot. She was satisfied that she hadn't had to use the bladed boots and was pleased that she would at least have some element of surprise if things were to go south... Again.

Serta hadn't expected the group to come bursting out of the trees, but now that she thought back on it, the movement she had noticed had been distinctly human shaped. She looked at the bodies around her and sighed, blowing a strand of hair off of her forehead. She was fairly hungry after such an ordeal and eyed the bodies thoughtfully. I wonder if they have any food hidden on them. She wondered, rubbing her sore shoulders.

"Thanks." She murmured, somewhat moodily and unwilling to even acknowledge the fact the she had needed help. She glanced at the pile of supplies they had gathered and hummed appreciatively. She hadn't even noticed it before, she had been too concerned with her own fate. Is that wolf fur? She wondered, peering at it closely. A tingle ran down her spin and she shuddered in sympathy. I hope they at least ate the rest of it. Serta looked up in agitation as the man spoke to his companions. "Don't speak about me like I'm not here." She grumbled, pulling her coat tight around her middle, a gold eyed glare pinning them. "And I don't need your help."

[Garret Sawyer]

Garret tugged roughly on the hilt of his morning star as it gave way suddenly, sending a spray of dark blood spattering across the pure, white, fluffy snow. "You sure 'bout that love?" He asked, flicking his weapon to remove someone of the blood as the thug fell to the floor, screaming out in pain as he landed on his rather vicious wound "Please... Please help me" he begged as tears welled up in his small, piggy eyes. Garret said nothing as he looked down at the man begging for help before walking off shaking his head sorrowfully.

"'Cos it seems to me..." He continued as he slipped his morning star back into his belt before wrapping a numb hand around a rough wooden shaft and yanking on it as the axe slid free from the tree. "That wasn't that bad a throw" he thought as he placed it back around on his back in between the belt "Sure I missed but the axe throw was pretty smooth"

He wandered over to the pile of furs and pelts, flicking through them as he carried on "That there are two things that could be happening here" He looked back up at the woman, it was the first time he had truly gotten a decent look at here, perhaps where most people would have focused on the person's safety, he had neglected to focus on the reward. She was a pretty young thing it had to be said, perhaps early twenties at best with a mop of tangled brown hair that had bits of twig and pine needles stuck into it. She was a bit on the skinny side but only gods' knew how long she had been out in this wilderness, but the most distinguishing was by far her eyes; they were a full spectrum of molten gold that seemed to swirl and spin as she moved, they looked they could turn on you with in just a click of your finger.

He realized he was staring and turned back down to the pelts, perhaps his dad had managed to instil some respect into him that had lasted all these years after, but he quickly pushed that out man from his mind a proceeded to make a mental note of the types within it. Most were pretty cheap, ordinary things; goat, sheep, dog, and even a small squirrel one in the pile but there were a couple of note that might sell for decent money if they found the right buyer. "One, you are heading away from Sunberth, probably to Zeltiva judging by the direction" he said, he grimaced slightly at the name of the place "Which means you are all good mentally, but you are ridiculously unprepared for such a journey and why would you pick this season to do it in I wonder?" He pulled out a thick, soft grey wolf pelt and chucked it over you her "Wrap yourself in that or you'll be joining you would-be captors, muggers and probably rapists in the after-life"

"Or..." He added stepping over to the remaining supplies that the woman hadn't claimed and shifted through it "You are heading to Sunberth, which would mean you need a lot of help if you are willingly heading to that place" He finished as he cracked open a container with very dubious looking rations and took a bite "By the gods' that vile" he thought as he forced himself to swallow the salty, bitter, and suspiciously chewy lump of "meat" as he turned back to face the woman, making sure to stare nowhere else but her peculiar eyes.
"Now it seems to me, either way you have to head back to Sunberth, and I'll be happy to escort you there" he proposed before adding quickly "For a fee, no exception. One question though, we are going to need a name, I only deal with the unknown for extra"