| Kyranvik slogged through the mud, drops of water falling from his hood. He marched forward, his mind set aside in a mental exercise of his. He did not mind the rain or the mud, body moved ahead as if an automaton. Though his mind was removed from his body his thoughts on other things so he felt little of the exhaustion and aches his body felt. Still he was listening and heard Esme's cautions on the traveler ahead of them.
"Agreed" he answered her.
"Are we gaining on the traveller?" he asked the group. "I am sure one lone traveller has reason to be wary of a group like us. If we gain hailing distance we should call to them."
Says Kyranvik, as he settles back into his mental retreat, water dripping into his face, boots moving mechnically through the mud, as though niether of those annoyances existed.
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