Rygar stood guard while the others started moving into the woods. This place was eerily different from his homeland. He found his thoughts dwelling on a remark the merchant made. She had mentioned, quite casually, that she is familiar with such strange places appearing. A sort of gateway to other worlds he gathered from her comments. How such a thing was possible and the extent of its meaning was well beyond him. He kept wondering if he had some how stumbled upon this gate. That wasn't possible. He knew his territory like the back of his hand. He would have known if such a strong force of magic was lingering in its corners.
He felt a little guilty as it took the return of Alex to draw him out of his thoughts. Had an enemy approached, Rygar would have noticed too late. He remained vigilant until the fire was set, then joined the others around it. He listened to the religious exchange. He released a scoff, quick to catch himself and hope the women hadn't noticed. Religion and him were not on good terms. He pulled out his pan flute to play a simple melody. With all the distractions of the day, it wasn't his best work. He stopped when the others began to emerge from the trees.
"Apologies, Mila. I'm not used to so much fighting in a day. Perhaps a quick scouting trip could satisfy both our desires?"