Leifr always had a terrible time trying to sleep when he was unhappy. He could just never relax without resolving his distress first, but this time he managed to finally slip into his dreams. Until a blunt force hit him right on his bandaged wound, causing him to writhe in pain for a few moments before his consciousness begrudgingly returned to reality. Sitting up with a grimace clearly etched in his face from the manner in which he was awoken, he noticed the strange sounds as they headed towards the group.
Before he could say anything, Lyrisa and Fiore already spoke what needed to be done. Leifr actually wanted to sate his curiosity by staying just out of reach of the owners of this voice while waiting for the sun to shed light on what manner of man or creature it was. There was also the brass key Leifr had and the locked door in the bandit camp, but Leifr had already marked this place on his map and without the key there wasn't much chance of looters getting in.
There was also the fact that Leifr and Fiore were wounded and everyone had just awoken. If the voices turned out to be hostile creatures, would they be able to combat it? Leifr couldn't figure out how many creatures there were as the whispers seemed to blur together. Maybe it was one. Maybe a dozen. But survival came first.
Rushing over to his warhorse that carried his arms and armor, Leifr quickly took his shield, short sword, and Honor and equipped them to their rightful buckles, belts, and sashes. Forgoing the process of putting on his chainmail for now, Leifr ran to the front of his warhorse and unhitched it and then did the same for the hauling horse. Mounting his warhorse and making sure the reins of the hauling horse were stable, he gently reached for the handle of his average short sword. It was easier to pull a sword out of its scabbard than unbuckle a blade from his belt as he must with Honor.