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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dursk Starkfire" data-source="post: 701110" data-attributes="member: 7561">TREACHERY AT THE HIGHMOON CORRAL:"Nothing of interest Arwyn. I believe our shift is nearing a close. We should wake Perrens." winked Ishmael in an attempt to imply otherwise. A soft nod in response, and the two left their post to prepare the party for the worst. "Master Keegan. I believe we're being watched from the woods." Ishmael had drawn the short blade of grass and was destined to wake the sleeping bear. "Mmmmph? Aye, its prob'ly wulves. They be herdin' this area fer years. Go back to sleep." and with a grumble, he turned his shoulder and bedded down again.Odd. But he was the expert of this area. Ishmael decided that it probably would still be wise to pass the shift on, and see what happens. They all met at the campfire, Perrens, Arwyn, Ishmael, and the new guy. "Umm, how come nobody ever mentioned your name?" Ishmael blurted out. "Devis." looking a little sheepish, and temporarily out-of-place. "Anyway, we've heard noises out in the woods. I wouldn't be able to sleep without investigating first." Arwyn quickly broke the eerie disassociation that perhaps resulted from a lack of sleep. "Ishmael and I will try to flush it out. Just watch the camp." Ishmael couldn't determine whether he was more surprised at being volunteered for the task, or the strategic motivations of the graceful Arwyn. Arwyn silently navigated her way through the brush, attempting to sneak up on their hunter. But she hadn't ventured more than 20 feet before Ishmael bumbled through the underbrush to catch her position. The distraction was more than enough to wake Master Jonrad, let alone alert anyone in the area with enough motive to be concealed by the night's darkness. And like a race-horse, the unintroduced visitor sprinted further into the trees. Without hesitation, Arwyn and Ishmael sped after their predator, running deeper and deeper into the woods. It must've been 200 yards that passed before Ishmael realized the danger that they were putting themselves in. "Arwyn, stop! We must return to the camp. We can't afford for this to be a decoy, our duty is toward Master Jonrad."Arwyn turned to see Ishmael, and realized that even the campfire was no longer visible to them. It was best to head back. Surprisingly, the rest of the evening passed uneventfully. The morning gave some relief from the tension to the watch. Perhaps the sun was a sign of Lathander's assurance. Perhaps, but thankfully there were no priests to droningly remind them. The caravan quickly made off, as the startlement of the night before left everyone a little uneasy. ------------------------------------------------After travelling for less than an hour, the caravan came to a grinding halt. Master Jonrad unexpectedly pulled up his reins which almost brought the wagons to an impact. A single hulking man stood in the middle of the road, blocking their path. The man grabbed the reins of the horse and pulled them from Jonrads' grasp. In a gutteral voice, he booms "Get off yer wagons, and lay down yer weapons, and we'll let ya live. We're only 'ere fer the money."</blockquote>

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