Emerging from the cave the group was headed towards, was a distinguished looking man on a pure white horse, his clothes giving away that he wasn't any old distinguished person, he was a noble. Two heavily armed men rode on either side of this noble, "How much farther until Seles?" the nobleman asked the guard on the left. Pointing toward the forest, the man spoke, "Just beyond this forest, Lord Armond." he replied. The nobleman identified as Armond sighed, "How droll, why do I have to be the one to visit this backwater town?" he asked out loud. The guard on the right spoke, "Because, my lord, the king needs you to inspire the warriors gathering there." Armond rolled his eyes at this. Though he disliked this idea, he remained silent, allowing the guards to guide him through the first bit of the forest. It wasn't long after they entered that the guards stopped and dismounted, drawing their swords. Before he could ask, he could hear what they heard, voices. It was clear they were unsure if the voices belonged to travelers, or to bandits. In either case, Armond dismounted as well and followed the guards, staying several feet behind them. Eventually, they came to a spot where they could see the group, "They look like travelers, warriors perhaps. You think they're heading to Seles?" one guard whispered to the other. The second one shook his head, "No, looks like they were in a fight already, perhaps they're coming from the village? I think they fought the scorpion...do you think they killed it?" he asked. Before either guard could react, Armond stepped out from the brush, the sun catching his blonde hair. "Forgive me if I've startled you, but I am curious as to how such fine warriors as yourselves managed to get injured so." he asked without warning.