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"I used to be. I needed a change of pace though, so I left. we'll just leave it at that."

"You can call me Halcyon." Leon finished wrapping the last of the bandages around his thigh and munched down the last bit of hard tack. He re-dressed himself, blood soaked burlap cloak and all, and leaned himself against the tree. "now if you'll excuse me Ganner, I would appreciate some of that rest you were talking about."

((Btw Halcyon, you can feel free to skip us ahead to Leon's watch, or til morning if you want.))

Ganner let out a jaw popping yawn as he stretched. He was sitting in the same spot he had been when Halcyon had lain down to sleep the previous night. When it had been his turn to sleep he had simply let his chin fall down against his chest and taken his slumber right there. Now, though, he rose and worked his shoulders a bit.
"Hey, do you have any skill at hunting?" Ganner asked his apparent new comrade. "Because I don't think I have enough rations for the both of us to make it all the way to the village."
Ganner leaned down and picked up his crossbow and slung it over his shoulder by its strap. Then he went to his pack and began stuffing everything back where it belonged. When he was finished he stood and slung his pack over one shoulder also.
"I might be able to take out something with the 'bow here, but I'm not much for tracking and hunting."

"Well then, I guess it's up to me to kill something unless we come across a river or lake. Then I'll be counting on you." Ganner said. He reached down and loosened his sword in its scabbard. "Might want to make sure your weapons are readily at hand also. This area's known for being near to bursting with gobbies. Little bastards have burrows dug in all over out here. And then there's some gnolls and the usual monstrous wildlife. All in all quite a lovely place for a picnic."
Ganner set off for the North at an even pace. Not meandering, but not hurrying either. Plus his new comrade was still injured, and he didn't want to push him too hard. Especially since if they ran into any trouble he'd be the only backup within miles.
The trees were thick, as was the brush, and Ganner found himself having to weave to and fro to get around them and find passable trails. He was almost tempted to pull his sword and just start hacking away at the damn leafy things, but his sword was a weapon meant for slaying the things that preyed on the weak. He would not use it in such a way. Odd as it seemed, even to himself, it felt as though it would dishonor the blade to wield it in so casual a manner. Instead he contented himself with their winding progress, and thanked Tymora that it was not raining.

The two walked in mostly silence for the better part of a few hours. For his part Ganner was nearly bored out of his skull. He tired of the forest quickly and wanted nothing more than to arrive at their destination already. He was already planning to head directly to the first tavern he saw, order the largest ale they had, a meal, and a hot bed. And if was really lucky he could find a nice wench to help keep the latter warm.
Just as he was thinking this Ganner suddenly picked up on a noise a little bit ahead. He stopped where he was and dropped to one knee in an instant. He held up one hand and gestured for Halcyon to do the the same.
Peering through the leaves ahead Ganner caught a small bit of movement. He strained his ears and was able to pick up the sound of a screeching voice speaking in the primitive language of goblins.
Ganner turned back to Halcyon and pitched his voice at him in a whisper.
"Goblins ahead." Ganner grinned. "Finally, something to do. Maybe they'll even have some half decent loot." Ganner's paused for a moment in thought. "Do you think you're up for some gobbies? Or would you rather skirt around them?"

Ganner tried not to show his disappointment at that and was soon put to shame by Halcyon's abilities to move silently. The elvish man took the lead and began giving signals for Ganner to move or stay, and where he should move to. Ganner did his best to follow the directions, and move as quietly as he could at the same time. His armor made some minor rattling as he moved, but the plates of his lorica were light, and he moved carefully. He simply hoped that the noise that he did make was covered by the sounds of the forest. And if not, well then he'd just have to hope that this particular group of goblins did not number too high.