"Hailing it is. Let's see how they react. Someone, please, lead my horse."
Ewan then moves ahead of the group onto the bridge. He draws an arrow, nocks it, and sights in on the clump of underbrush where he spotted the glints of metal. Then he takes the arrow off the string, uses the bow as a pointer to the underbrush, then waves the bow in a beckoning manner. Keeping his eyes searching for possible other threats as well, Ewan watches the brush as the group slowly moves forward.