Rozalia followed Rawlith's instructions immediately; still pulling on her boots as her teeth chattered in the sudden cold, she made her way back to the camp. Rawlith was nowhere to be seen, nor was the unknown attacker. However, nobody seemed to be as badly hurt as Roze had thought they would. Dreet-Na had blood stained robes and a sour expression on his face as he lingered by the rock, and Leo appeared to be blind. Walking over to them, she couldn't help but smile at the way Nikolaus and Leonidas acted. Despite their obvious differences, you could tell they were related. Perhaps not brothers, but they acted like them enough. Niko's face was a mixture of disapproval, annoyance and relief, while Leo's was just plain irritated - the guy wasn't even worried about his eyes.


Niko felt a pang of horror deep in the pit of his stomach as Leo fell backwards, the sudden sharpness of the magelight dissipating around him. Although tempted to run immediately after the unknown assailant, Niko instead ran over to Leo, who was rubbing his eyes in a dazed manner, still on the floor.
"You alright Leo?" Nikolaus asked, offering a hand out for him.
"I'm just terrific, cousin." Leo muttered, removing his hands from his eyes and looking around blindly. They were watering and bloodshot, but thankfully they were still there - for a moment, Niko had been fearing empty sockets. "I enjoy peering at the void."
"Ah, quit complaining. It'll only be temporary." He swiftly retorted, grabbing his cousin's outstretched hand and pulling him to his feet. Glancing around, he saw the rogue - Roze, walking towards them, a slight smile of amusement on her face as she looked at them. Niko couldn't blame her - his cousin was known for acting like a world-class idiot.
"Could you lead him to the fire? I want to go and see who attacked us." Niko asked, glancing behind him, towards where the person had fled, Rawlith following from the side. In the far distance he could make out standing silhouettes - she hadn't gotten far, that was obvious.
"Sure." Roze replied happily, grabbing Leo's wrist as he stumbled after her, muttering something about Magelight being quite an effective weapon, and why hadn't _he_ thought of it first?

It didn't take long for Nikolaus to run towards Rawlith, and as he got closer, he noticed Valerion had returned, with some wild game discarded on the floor beside him. His sword was drawn, and the assailant - a woman, Niko could see now - was on the floor, eyes closed and unconscious. Rawlith was glaring at Valerion, and Niko slowed as he stepped up to them.
"So... you got her then." He began, measuring the situation up. The woman was on the floor, but not dead. Clearly, Valerion had been ready to kill her - hence the drawn sword - and Rawlith had stopped him - hence the tense atmosphere. Crouching by the girl, Nikolaus wound some rope around her wrists and ankles, binding them tightly, but not uncomfortably. He then picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder with ease. "We can question her in the morning." He added in a final sort of tone, looking at Rawlith and Valerion expectantly. He didn't want to act like the de facto leader, but he certainly wasn't going to let Valerion carve this woman up. "Thanks for the elk, by the way. That should keep us going for a while." He added, stepping back towards the camp and inclining his head slightly at Rawlith, indicating for him to follow. A slight frown appeared on Niko's face as he thought on his words - the Elk? Valerion had said he was going into the village for supplies; Niko knew fine well that meat wasn't sold as a whole. Then where in Oblivion had Valerion been all this time?

Once Leo had settled himself comfortably by the fire, a cold cloth draped over his eyes and a content smile on his face - man, that guy could get comfy anywhere - Roze wandered back towards the entrance of the camp when a newcomer appeared; asking to share their fire. It was a Nord woman, dressed in steel armour and with a decent sword at her hip. Roze narrowed her eyes ever so slightly as she took in this newcomer.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt." She said after a moment. "Were you interested in joining us? Is that why you're here?" She added, arms folded across her chest, rolling her weight onto one foot casually. Although seemingly nonchalant, her hypervigilant eyes were taking in everything about this woman. All her life, she had known not to trust strangers, and to always be suspicious. Now, back at High Hrothgar, she didn't feel the need to be suspicious towards any of the members - or at the very least, not suspicious enough to worry about being around them - but now, it seemed different. Perhaps it was because of the attack that had just occurred, or even the notion of facing a dragon in a week's time, but for some reason, she felt that this stranger would need to prove her motives somewhat. Because if one see's a fire in the wilderness, you shouldn't really approach it - who knows what could be warming themselves around it. It was twice as risky for women, for obvious reasons.