Sparrow felt a heavy weight settle in the middle of his chest as he heard Athelya's words. So, she knew what was coming huh? And it wasn't a Blight, or so she seemed to think. Sparrow was under the impression that the elf knew exactly what to expect and had been preparing for it for quite some time. Which made him feel extraordinarily out of the loop, as usual. He was usually the last to know anything important anyways, since he spent so little time paying attention to anyone he wasn't get paid to keep track of.
With a small sigh, he picked up a stick and stoked his slowly dying fire. "You seem to know am awful lot about the state of things and exactly what is going on," He said in a knowing tone, a twinkle in his eye. Though, whether that was from the fire or something else, one couldn't be too sure.
"Maybe we should stick together until the shit really hits the fan, if it's gonna be as bad as you say," He said with a shrug of his shoulders,"I mean, I'm no swordsman but my bow can cut down just as many enemies I assure you," He said with a wink at her.