05 - Higher
"If the man Bowen can hear the Sleeper - the one in the Dream the traveller talked to us about - or its mate, or both of them, maybe they make him understand where we are, when we go alone," Garangwaari ventures. "It would be easy for Bowenfella to kill one person if the Ones Below were confusing that one, even if he is not so good at murder as a devil."
"Hmph," the sergeant responds, troubled. As yet there's no more forest whistling. "Murphy, you getting 'ere?"
"I'm gettin there, sure," comes the response. His horse's hooves can be heard making their way towards the group, causing the other beasts to prick their ears.
Giselle shifts a little, but seems more confident with a rider aboard. Leaning up lets Brigitte see Murphy's approach between branches - his sense of direction seems to be holding true, at least. He swerves only to pick a clearer path around to them and comes up with a bright and slightly sheepish smile, having remembered that whatever else, he'd fought some kind of foreign haunted thing - and won.
"We got him," he confirms to those present, then looks about with concern.
[[may I have a Spot Hidden, please?]]