When Jarrith hears the shifter woman cry out to him as he takes off on his horse, he rolls his eyes. He glances behind him and sees Marot following him on horseback as well, and he says low enough for the warlock to hear but no one else... "If you want to answer her, go ahead... but I'm not stopping."
He faces forward again in the saddle and continues on, ignoring the shrieks of the woman.
When he finally arrives at the top of the bluff, he slows the horse down to a walk. Shortly after, Marot arrives, and Jarrith smiles his lopsided grin at him. "Decided against arguing with her, eh?" He slides down from the horse and drops lightly onto the ground, then walks over to tie the beast off the side of the trail. The Stalker raises his finger to his lips to signal quiet, then begins moving forward... eventually spying the colored tabbard through the trees.
He sneaks back to where Marot stands by the horses, and he moves over to untie his steed, signalling to do the same. Silently, Jarrith leads the beast further back up the trail to put more distance between them and the lone guard he saw... far enough that voices talking would not be heard. "Guard up ahead, I think. Didn't get close enough to confirm, but it's a pretty good bet. I wanted to move us back away, because goodness knows when the others show up, I doubt they'd be able to keep quiet. Especially with this two new ones squawking away."
He ties off the horse once again... leaving it in plain sight so that there'd be no missing it when the others arrived. Hopefully, Ashlyn or Khensu would take the hint and realize this is where they should all dismount. Jarrith turns back to Marot and steps in close. "The path down from the bluff to the Tser Pool goes right through the camp. I do not know if there's another way down. How are you at climbing? I'm thinking that if need be, we might rappel down the bluff face away from the camp. I dunno if that woman was right in saying the Vistanti are evil... but I'd just as soon not find out."
