Needless to say, Allereun didn't enjoy the ride. While they didn't spend FOREVER over the terrain, all the slopes were doing some work on his already worn-out legs. Thankfully, the noble Leifr proved himself to be a man of the wild as well, quite easily locating the abandoned bandit camp. Dismounting and securing his own horse by the wooden gate, the young apothecary tapped the ground with his foot, grimacing as he realized that they didn't even have a shovel to dig out the loot with. He made a mental note to get shovel back in Calgeth, as well as mark out the exact location of this camp for further reference.

Realizing, though, that the group was splitting up, and that Liefr and Fiore both had the impression that Alleruen was a lady, Allereun smiled lightly, impulsively snapping his fingers together. [b]“You have my word, Sir Fiore,” he replied, “I'll make sure that the lady is fine, though I doubt that someone with so many skills and talents would require the protection of a humble apothecary such as myself.”[/b]

As he trotted after the displeased girl, however, he asked, [b]“Which reminds me, I don't recall ever getting your name, Scribe.”[/b]