As the screech was heard from back at the camp, without a word, Baldur dropped the sticks he had been collecting and sprinted as fast as he could back to camp. He arrived panting heavily as he saw that the group had finally put the horse down. Baldur felt a ping of sadness for the Caravan driver but he quickly discarded this thought of pity as quickly as it had come to him. Baldur then noticed the light heading in their direction and got his large fighting-stick out, ready for a confrontation.