AriamisVamyr Turambar
Vamyr was silent as they traveled. He had grown up secluded in the outer regions of Gondor- socializing wasn't his strong point. That put aside, there was a certain beauty in the cold and snow. They were unfamiliar compared to the greens and lush forest he had known, but that only added to the etheral feel of the area. The tales Ofnire had to tell were intimidating, but he let himself relax in the saddle. Until something happened, there was no point in stressing further. In his experience things were best taken care of when they arrived; preparing for the worst, hoping for the best. His father had always said that men were masters of their own fates.
None of that helped in the least when Ofnire halted them and went to examine the tracks. Vamyr remained astride his horse, sparing only a glance for the tracks. The recent snowfall meant that they were fresh. He glanced at Thurin with a raised eyebrow and then turned to scan the woods around them. It would have been easy for an ambush to come from their left, but the mounds and creek concerned him- archers would have them pinned against the forest if they shot from the other direction. The clink of metal drew his eyes to the front as a warrior approached, keeping a respectful distance. The armor was familiar, but had been darkened. He didn't bother to listen to what she had to say, other than to note it was the voice of a woman before reigning his horse around and moving towards the back of their group.
"Thurin." It was the obvious setup for an ambush. A heavily armored warrior to distract a party from the front whilst others came from behind- Vamyr wouldn't trust their lives with the chance of being wrong. Thurin was the most equiped to handle an armored threat if it came to blows, he would keep an eye on their backs while the others spoke. "I have a difficult time trusting anyone who hides their face." He spoke offhandedly while his back was towards the newcomer, but was sure the others would catch what he meant.
