The bard apparently had a rapier to flourish, but before he could do so the elven woman called Adrila suddenly entwined her arm with his. She seemed so certain of his sophisticated background Akitsugu was a little taken aback, but then again bards tended to have reputations as ladykillers for a reason, he supposed. In any case, it kept the man from bothering the other elf girl who was clearly uncomfortable with his advance.
Myrr seemed to quietly speak to Brom, before she answered the blacksmith's question. She apparently didn't have much in the way of weaponry, but could use two different kinds of magic. To Akitsugu, being able to affect an enemy's footing was good enough---he certainly couldn't do magic himself, so that fact alone was impressive.
"Keeping a sharp eye out will certainly be appreciated." he said, though as the woman began to mutter to herself and jot her thoughts down in a notebook, the blacksmith remained politely silent. Clearly, she was a bit like himself---he tended to think silently, but was also a note taker when needed. He knew that in his case, voicing one's thoughts aloud or whispering to one self was like imagining a conversation with another part of the brain---what if this, how about that? To evaluate thoughts as they occurred, and come to a conclusion only after considering both positive and negative aspects of an idea.
Brom chimed in that he was also familiar with swords, to which Akitsugu nodded with a positive "Mmh." Yingmei's grumble, however, caught his ear next and he turned to the girl with a look of concern. She declined his offer of an escort, which brought a slight frown to his lips, but he nodded in understanding. Best not to try and force his presence on anyone, especially when they seemed the naturally timid sort, and when he had only met them mere moments previously.
Although...what was that she'd said? Something about a divine beast? Again, the same way he allowed Myrr's thoughts to run uninterrupted, he merely blinked and did not draw attention to Yingmei's nervous stammers.
Brom, however, tried to encourage the girl into coming along with them anyway---to which Akitsugu held up an empty palm.
"I disagree, Brom-
dono. If Miss Yingmei's specialties lie elsewhere, let her put them to the use she deems best. I trust her judgment. The three of us will be enough."
Myrr and the dwarf both seemed ready to go, so Akitsugu gave Yingmei another soft smile and a pat on the shoulder, before turning away and
walking in the direction of the Springwood Forest. Best to take the lead and let those who would follow do as they willed---and leave those who did not wish to follow to their own devices, without making the situation more awkward. He did, however, hear Niara offering to accompany Yingmei, which brought a smile to his face despite not turning back.
The wild grass, dotted with shrubs and patches of flowers, was tall but not impedingly so. Aside from the occasional rabbit or bird, the most fearsome beasts out here seemed to be the trundling, membranous masses that Akitsugu knew to be called "Slimes" in this land's tongue. He wasn't even sure if the creatures were sentient---they simply rolled about, in their ponderous way, eating at bits of already dead or decaying things. Personally he only saw one; a blue specimen in the distance, tumbling down a gentle slope until it hit a particularly thick patch of grass, which formed into a ramp beneath its gelatinous body and launched it perhaps a foot in the air. It disappeared into the brush with a sound like manure being dumped out of a bucket.
There weren't really any noticeable landmarks, but the way was clear enough--entirely one-dimensional, in fact. Within less than half an hour they came to a line of thin and short trees, which thickened past their line of sight but never came close enough to shut out the sunlight. The day was warm and pleasant, and the canopy rustled every so often with a pleasant breeze. Akitsugu turned to Myrr first.
"If you have any idea what types of trees these are, have Brom-
dono--ah...Sir Brom, mark the ones he wishes to use for smoking. I'm going to look for deadwood first."
So saying, he pulled the hatchet from his pack once more, and began to search for twigs, tree limbs, fallen logs, or anything else that would be dry-but-not-rotten, flammable, and most importantly, within easy reach on the ground.