Squinting into the distance towards the campfire, Riordan pauses to check out the surroundings - looking for some sign of an obvious trap as well as an escape route. "Perhaps we should..." he pauses for a second... "I think that Loralon and Sedric would be good choices to check it out." Turning to the two friends. "What do you think?"
Making his way to the front of the group, Sedric looks to Riordan. "Aye, perhaps they may be able to give us some insight as to what has transpired in the village, and should the fire be a group of Orcs, or some other foul beast, I'm sure that no one here would object to releaving them of their lives."
Loralon puts a hand on Dar's shoulder and nods to Riordan, "By all means we should, I can go forward and spy if anyone thinks that there might be danger." Loralon quietly leaves the path, leaving no tracks in the fallen snow.
The remaining group watches Loralon and Sedric for any clues as to what the campfire may be surrounded by, weapons ready and nerves steeled to their purpose.
As Loralon approaches the campfire, he makes out three distinct forms, two larger and one smaller. Creeping closer, ever so quietly, they appear to be humanoid, and perhaps even human. They have not yet taken notice of the scouting party, as the two adventurers come within feet of the group.
"Hail, travelers." Loralon speaks quietly to the gathering, softly, so as not to startle the inattentive party.
At this vocal intrusion, the male human, who appears to be approximately thirty years old, with a thick beard and long black hair, snaps his head in the direction of the elf.
"Who goes there, friend or foe!?" Nearly jumping to his feet, he puts himself in between the other two humans - one female, one child, and Loralon.
"We mean you no harm, gentle sir, we were just passing through this area and saw your campfire from afar. What brings you out into the woods on this cold winter's day?" Hands gently resting on the top of his sword, Loralon makes no motion to remove it from it's scabbard.
The man seems to relax just a bit, still keeping his distance from the pair, and looks beyond them to see the rest of the adventurers. "You do well to travel with many others, golden one, these woods are not as gentle as they used to be."
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