Marcus nodded. He could see the contours of mountains off in the distance where the scholar had pointed. Mountains... He suddenly realized that if they were to go in that direction, he would get even further away from his small cabin in the Southern mountains. With a frown on his face, he thought as he walked. Since the screaming and the sounds of fighting had come from the southern part of the city, it was most logical to assume that the army, or whatever it was that had turned the city into chaos, had come from the south. Meaning, that as they were walking here in the north, his forest and cabin would most likely be swarming with soldiers. They would be at least have placed some outposts or spies along the route they'd have taken, wouldn't they? In any case, he couldn't return, not for now. Moreover, what would he lose by not returning? Some of his poacher traps, more arrows, his winter clothing, some gold coins and well.. his privacy. He could live without those.
They had reached the edge of the forest in silence, all three lost in their own thoughts or simply preferring not to speak. When they entered the forest, Marcus took his bow from his back as well as an arrow. "Maybe it'd be an idea if I go first? In this light I can still make out animal tracks and we don't want to cross paths with a boar or bear, right? If I have an eye out for that, would you please look for a proper place to make camp, scholar? It seems like you have experience with this. And of course, if you think you see something proper, please be kind enough to mention it Vagabond." They walked along in silence, sometimes stopping when Marcus noticed some strange prints on the somewhat muddy forest floor. Darkness was setting in rapidly though and the further they went into the woods, the harder it became to see any signs of animals. Their ears would have to do the work now.