Lysander gets his breakfast and sits, watching the trees for movement.  He hopes to not have to kill any dwarves, but if they are evil, then he has no issues with that.

when everyone  is finished, Kree makes certain to clean the area, was  his bowl and mug in the    'fountain' and setting it to dry as he    uses rushes  to sweep ashes into the fire   pit.
 when are already, he packs his  mug and bowl,

 we  will  leave now.. , we make hard and fast for Boll...when  we get to Boll we weill  ask some questions and  re supply with needs for the rest of the trip

 Ivy asks,no horses then?

 no? not  yet, to much  noise, and too easy to track... we may , yet, have to use mounts, but i want to stay away from them as much as possible

 when all are ready, they  set out,  Ivy to the left flank, Krwyn to the right, Kree  at the point. with  Riven and Lysander in the  rear. Elandra  and Tyri in the middle

 Elandra awoke at dawn did her morning prayers and then ate and got ready for their journey. Elandra helped clean up as well and when everything was all set, they where ready too go. She praised Amot she had her spells recharged, and was ready for another hard day of travel. This Elandra was use too, traveling days or weeks between villages to spread the Peace of Amot. Elandra knew in her heart Amot wanted her to travel with the arrows and Commander Kree.

 When they head out Elandra will take her place in the middle, it was better the healer was here she could reach anyone in need of aid a little quicker.

After breakfast and cleanup, Lysander followed the rest out, doing his best to keep pace.  He looked around when he could, stopping to listen, then moving to catch up.  He wanted to talk to Riven to his right, but he was silent as he travelled.

  kree kept them moving, keeping an eye on the  sun , while the  flanks  kept  and eye out  and the rear  Guard  watched thier backs...

 Kree wanted to reach  Boll are  sundown..

In reply to moving (msg # 699):

On the way to Boll, you see a fire glowing in the dimming light on side of the road. A giant form squats in front of the fire blocking most of the light, rotating three pairs of grouse on sticks. The now obvious Firbolg's long, ornamented, ears flick back, listening to your footsteps, turning she looks you all up and down with her bright yellow gaze. ''Hey,'' she smiles, showing off her sharp canines briefly, ''ya guys hungry? Yer welcome to join,'' she gestures with her long and muscular arms to the spaces beside her.
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Lysander's hand immediately goes to a throwing axe, waiting for Kree's signal.

In reply to Lysander (msg # 701):

The Firbolg just chuckles seeing your actions, ''ya, ya, I know, I'm a Bolg. Keep yer britches on, I don't kill folks fer no reason. Just want some company, been bored out of my mind since people won't talk to me. Here,'' she chucks two shortswords and a pair of daggers at your feet, ''that good enough?''
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Lysander doesn't even flinch, but waits for Kree to respond.  He knows that he can take down this intruder if given leave.

 Elandra smiles and replies," May Peace be with you, I am Elandra Cleric of Amot." Elandra was not threatened by the large female.

Krwyn sees the encounter from some distance, his bow ready would the need arise, but trusting Kree's insight. He closes somewhat with the group, but keeps an eye on 'his' flank.

  Kree's eyes  do not even  flicker to Ivyian  and  Krwyn  as they move to flank the creature.

  The trees  covered the light  from down the slopes that would lead to the Furman's  chain. The  Elf  calls out. we  make our  way to Boll.... We  tend to deal with those who would  try to harm us...we allow those who do not, to pass....we had a member of your race in our ranks, he now  resides in Razorhawk  Village, learning from our  druids.

 The elf  remains  stoci, though his  bow is ready, as it was   as they walked through the trees and brush.

In reply to Elandra Jalvian (msg # 704):
''Well if ya had one of me before you should know we aren't ALL bad. Names Farora by the way,'' the Firbolg replied, removing a spit filled with the now crispy grouse and handing it to Elandra, who seemed to hate her the least at the moment. ''Ya guys adventurers or something?'' Farora continued, biting into her own grouse despite it being right off the fire, her eyes tracking the Elf's movements.
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  Kree watched her  actions, as he said,we are  an mercenary group,...currently under contract. we are moving   towards  our mission, and ....well... we tend to  harvest  darker folks who tend to want to kill us...or  others, for that matter.

 Ivy stands  his   arrow  pointed  at the   ground  while he  checks the  tress...

Lysander let's Kree deal with this and steps back to make sure their trail isn't being followed.

In reply to meeting (msg # 708):

Farora's lightly furred ears perk up slightly, ''sounds interesting. Ya guys know of anybody who hires anybody? Eta knows I need the coin,'' her sentence dropped off into a mumble as she stood up to her full height and her spin popped loudly. Grabbing the last of the food, Farora took slow strides towards the Dwarf.

As he is checking the trail, he hears the large lady rise and turns to see him approaching him.  He switches to his battle axe and says, "Never seen a lady that big, especially not where I am from."  He looks towards Riven for a moment, but brings his attention back to the Firbolg.

    Kree  watches the  Firbog, he  says offhandedly ,we are members of the crimson Arrows mercenray  group, our  roots  are in The Black Timber, but our  base is  in Ironmound.... I am Captain  Kree....Quickshadow. I sign folk to our company. Coin, in these  realms  are hard to come  by, but our  current  employer  will pay  us   fairly well. We also take spoils  from our  foes....If you take up the  Crimson Arrow, you  become the foe  of many compnaies...and , we are not loved  by the people of Tou... This mountain, his head  jerks  upslope,

 ..seems to be  leaking hargenites into our  lands.... part of  our  mission, is to eliminate Them, and  some sort of  business they  seem to have  going on at Yad.... he lets  that hang there.

In reply to meeting (msg # 712):

Farora laughs at the Dwarf's comment, offering him the spit in her large, tattooed, and scared hand, ''and I haven't seen a man as short as you in years'' The beads in Farora's braids clake gently when she faces the Elf, ''want some help with that? I can choke a man to death with one hand,'' she giggles while miming the action in the air.

Lysander lets the hand remain, until the issues are done with Kree.

 Elandra took the food and took a taste and smiled at Farora and replied," We could always use help in bringing Peace to the lands and good people. Thank you for the food Farora, may Peace always be with you."

In reply to Elandra Jalvian (msg # 715):

The Firbolg waved nonchalantly to Elandra, ''hey, no problem. If the Elf here is good with it I'll come along,'' she's eyes Kree intently while picking a piece of meat from behind her sharp teeth,

  Kree had  a somewhat  stern look...if you come with us, you must accept the Arrow. otherwise, we cannot have you with us....

 Ivy  looked a bit  eager to move on

In reply to meeting (msg # 717):

Farora smiled brightly and answered quickly, ''long as I don't have to smash baby's heads all the time sounds good,'' before taking what was a few strides for her to briskly stamp out the fire and grab her pack, reseathing her weapons at the same time.

As Farora sheaths her weapons, Lysander does the same.  He falls back a bit so he can see everyone moving forward.  His eyes drift to one side.