She smiles. ,, Thanks.. ,,

"You'll have to show me sometime alright now let's get back I'm starving!"

She follows him quietly.

He led the way back though found that he had himself lost. "Um...I think the camp was back that way?" He said in an unconfident manner. "Or was it that way?"

"I don't know.." She murmurs quietly.

The elf stopped looking for any clues as to where they were going. His thoughts where broken as he heard the sounds of a horse screaming and the sounds of men shouting. "What was that?"

She freezes in fear.

Dexion looked to her. "Should we investigate?"

She nods.

Dexion takes a breath before heading in the sound of the disturbance. In the clearing was a group of men surrounding a dapple grey horse. The animal had bleeding wounds on its sides, and strange runic armor halfway covering its body. The men were shouting while others threw spears at the animal.