The discussion of eating habits completely dismissed from his mind, Javik rolled up the map and stuffed it into the pack without being very careful about it. He cast one look out towards where he'd last seen the varren, but they were still gone. Sensing his agitation, the pack horse nickered, one hoof pawing at the mud.
"Other travelers," he said. Not unusual, and not the first, but this far south... There were no woods nearby to take cover, and the river certainly wouldn't help them. Any attempt they made to be scarce would be obvious, so they were going to have to stick this one out.
He took the horse's lead as a precaution, all four eyes fixed on the road ahead of them. After a few moments, their soon-to-be visitors were close enough for him to distinguish.
"Six of them, all mounted." That flash of gold and green off their armor was enough to tell him who they were, without the Seelie banner one of them carried. With his free hand he pulled his knife out, offering the hilt to Midna. "They are Seelie men. Prepare yourself."
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"Other travelers," he said. Not unusual, and not the first, but this far south... There were no woods nearby to take cover, and the river certainly wouldn't help them. Any attempt they made to be scarce would be obvious, so they were going to have to stick this one out.
He took the horse's lead as a precaution, all four eyes fixed on the road ahead of them. After a few moments, their soon-to-be visitors were close enough for him to distinguish.
"Six of them, all mounted." That flash of gold and green off their armor was enough to tell him who they were, without the Seelie banner one of them carried. With his free hand he pulled his knife out, offering the hilt to Midna. "They are Seelie men. Prepare yourself."