Aevah moved through the ruins of Baalor towards the tower looming in the distance, she hoped the others were following but she'd already made up her mind to continue onwards even if they did decide to leave her on her own. As she walked there were times when she was certain that something was following her... something fast and small. She frowned, she knew that there were tales of Goblins in these ruins, she'd heard Mhundir's guardsmen speaking of seeing them on occassion. They were supposed to be skittish, timid creatrues who avoided larger beings whenever they could but perhaps this one was curious? The three of them were an odd match, two elven travelers and a giant lizard moving through an area where human soldiers were lurking. Indeed, in this current time it would be a strange sight indeed.
It took a while to reach the tower itself and once she had it was a rather significant relief to find her daggers and her quiver of arrows there. She placed the daggers in the sheaths on her thighs and pulled the quiver over her shoulder alongside her bow.
"We should get moving, once it gets dark I will hunt for game... a few rabbits or squirrels should fill our bellies."
She'd also made a point to pick what useful herbs, mushrooms, and berries she'd passed along the way and though she knew much of what they could eat she knew only the basics of what could heal. Still, in a pinch her limited knowledge could prove useful.
As she mounted her steed she sighed softly, "We should go now... He'll decline quickly. It's getting worse every day and I'm afraid if we linger too long he will be passed over before we can return."
She glanced over her shoulder to see if she was speaking to the group or to herself and then spurred her horse foreward, it was near dusk before she stopped after removing her bow from her shoulder and letting loose on a hare leaping about in the open meadows ahead of them.
She climbed off her horse, aimed and shot another in the middle of fleeing it's dead companion. She skinned the hare and frowned, there were very few trees out here and very little to make enough of a fire to cook. She glanced at Kyrtaar, hoping he'd followed, and risked asking a stupid question.
"You wouldn't happen to be able to cook anything with all that heat you build up without obliterating the target could you?"
In the open meadow she was hoping she'd be able to find bigger game, possible a deer... but they were obviously sticking to the forests further away.