"By foot Templar. Hardel is a veteran ranger of these parts. He is your guide as well as your commander, though he has informed me he will restrain from making the groups decisions." Alistair seemed to sound almost displeased by what Hardel had told him. Obviously the two men did not see eye to eye on matters as these. Alistair would have preferred Hardel to simply take command, instead of this foolishness of letting the youngsters dictate their fates. Then again the old fool only want to see what his new squire was made off on the field. Such nonsense, Alistair preferred efficiency over such trivial pursuits. This mission was too important to fail, no kingdom could withstand the stress of another war.

"Don't worry boy, I'll keep up. And no doubt keep you fed, unless you know how to hunt without attracting imps..." Hardel jested. Imps were an old fairytale from when Elves ruled, Demons were the real menace of the realms. They would appear everywhere and ruin lives, homes, anything they got their claws into. Imps was a nickname for the smaller whelps of the demon kind. Nobody liked them, not even other demons it seemed. "Vicious little bastards they are. Just don't let them get close without scaring the crap out of them, and you'll be fine." Hardel smiled at Jason and Iabor, taking out a small bottle of what looked like mead or wine and downing a swig of it. Returning the cork to the lid and tucking it back inside his clothes.

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'Oh? Such a shame... that makes sight seeing so much harder...' Herunes chuckled out, 'I look forward to your keen directions in the world Hardel' He then raised his attention towards Alistair 'And... my lord, to assist me on this journey my accomplice shall be joining us, i'm sure you won't disagree as he is with-out a doubt a bonus to our little group. Making things perhaps go along easier, if not quicker.' Herunes told a lie, he really had his doubts for Alistair agreeing, but that didn't bother him. Seph has a natural akin to keeping out of sight and would make tagging along at a distance possible...

'Oh and... do kill as plenty of Imps as possible, their piled bodies amuse me.' He then went back to his book and started to softly hum a song. From his expression it was noticeable that he was reading the lines from the book, he even looked a little lost in thought as he carried on. I shall never forget your song vampire...

Jason listened to Alistair then Hardel then Herunes he never heard of an Imp before. He was curious of what they were and what they looked like, but wouldn't ask not sure if the timing was right. He then heard a faint humming from Herunes he forced himself not to smile at it. He would have never guessed the demon would go so far to hum a sung in public. "So when are we to start moving?" Jason asked knowing they needed to go now instead of talking. Because it looked like the storm will be get worse soon.

He looked at Iabor he couldn't reed this man. He wondered how Iabor looked under his armor. he then shook his head as he snapped out of it the discussion at hand was more important then his curiosity.

"Hmm very well," Iabor said.
He adjusted his gauntlets a bit, before throwing the other strap on his back pack over his other shoulder. Then pulled out a heavilly filled water skin from his jacket pocket, which wasn't filled with water but honeyed meed. He took a chug from his honeyed meed it tasted amazing. He soon took it away corking the top as he glared at Allistair, he was mentally imbalanced. Everything that meant anything to him had just been taken away in one fell swoop. He'd thought that the worst that the man would do was put him under contract, but this.... This was a punishment worse then death to Iabor. He had no purpose now, but he was going to complete this last mission with efficiency worthy of him.