Darius was no stranger to walking, so he followed the wagon in silence, only speaking to get the names of the people around him. When they had approached the bridge and Ssarak made his suggestion of talking to the duelling men, Darius nodded. It was a valid plan, but he agreed with Meirin and was about to say something when Alaira started to speak. He listened and grew confused as she finished talking and raised her hand.

He held back a shout as the half elf shot a bolt of electricity into the grass to the side of the road. He had not been expecting that, and when he noticed that the grass had caught fire, he could not believe the that she had done that without much thought. Sure, he had thought this to be an ambush as well; he had been on both sides of them, but the rash decision frustrated him to no end. If the fire were to spread as quickly as it had sprung up, it could become a big problem and take half of their fighting space, if not all of it. 

Frustration gave way to anger quickly. Why? Why had she done that? It was a stupid, stupid move. What would it gain? Drawing out the ambushers early could be used to win the battle quickly, but the risk was too much for the benefit it [i]could[/i] have. [i]Gods, that was a terrible move. I hope that she is a better fighter than thinker.[/i] Darius unsheathed his sword and glared at the back of the half elf before he turned to Ssarak.

"I would have told you the same thing Meirin did, but Alaira thought to risk a wildfire to tell you the same thing. Let us wait and see if she is right before we [i]do[/i] anything else." Darius turned to watch the fire and see whether or not Alaira was correct.