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Xen'Desh Idlindra locked himself away many years ago, preferring solitude over the suffering of fools. He had dealt with too many gluttonous men whose only goal was to line their pockets and quench their lust. These individuals served no one but their own self-interest and after spilling the blood of so many men in their name, his own rage and hatred began clouding his mind. More than three decades have passed since he left the civilized world in search of greener pastures and yet here he was, yet again. History played through his mind as he sat against a mossy tree, using the fertile flora to sooth his backside. They had been riding for hours and bedded down here. The location was pleasant enough. Several hundred paces from the main road, they would not be seen by passing caravans or, worse still, bandits.

His eyes were fixated upon the crackling fire that they had built. He had fed and provided water for the horses and had made himself a small supper to stave off the hunger that had been building for the hours on the road. Now, he was left to his devices. The camp was alive with whispers of talk. Occasional bits of laughter pierced the dense aura around them. Bringing Vert along had not been a popular choice with several of them and even he had his doubts about the creature. He wasn't so sure a greater mercy was to send her soul to the void. He reached for the satchel at his side when he heard the howl of the wargs.

His eyes immediately snapped toward the charging warg and he was on his feet. Quite spry for an older man, he was already on the move when the Storyteller delivered the killing blow. Just as suddenly as the attack came, there was a calm. Of course, the brash Kaite decided to egg on the intruders as if the beasts could understand the common tongue. He knew the woman didn't trust him or why Sadron put him in charge. The true reason was behind Sadron and himself, as only they two knew what he was capable of. The Warlock may possess incredible strength and it would take considerable more to defeat him. This is what Xen feared, that his only purpose here was to cause as much death and suffering as possible.

But not tonight.

As he felt the wargs stalking the camp from the edge of the light cast from the fire, a blade slid from the confines of his robes. The silver steel cast off an unnatural glare as the firelight hit it. His staff still laid against his bedroll but he was fairly certain he wouldn't need it for a couple of hungry dogs. He knew what they were going to try and accomplish. Separate the group to make it easier to establish an ambush. Wargs hunted similarly to wolves, where they would test their prey and study for weaknesses. [color=silver]"Everyone, backs together. Stay close to the fire."[/color] He began to slowly retreat, using the growing heat from the flame to judge his distance.