Hiding the bodies was a reasonable course of action. These two had arrived without supplies or proper clothing and thus must have been a part of a larger group or settlement. If these individuals had meant to engage in arbitrary violent action, then the other members of their group must be of a similar disposition. It would be wise to avoid the main roads for now as well on the off chance that additional belligerents were met in numbers greater than they could handle. Hiding the cadavers within their former campsite seemed best; it was close to the road but still relatively secluded and somewhat hidden from view. Hopefully carrion would reach the bodies quickly, or at the least the cold and the wind would disguise the decay.
Kasrjin scratched his head.
This felt like a familiar situation.
The Xaela began laboriously carrying the bodies and their formerly attached pieces--after having searched them for anything useful--towards the former camp site when suddenly he and Edda's large bird had synchronized in that moment, for at the distressed chirping of the animal Kasrjin simultaneously craned his head towards the outcropping of rock and stared at it as well, his eyes narrowing.
Both of them heard the steps interloper before they saw them. It was soft, very soft, but the telltale shlick of a weapon being retrieved from a scabbard accompanied the deliberate crunch of dirt and frost being disturbed by footsteps. Kasrjin dropped what he was carrying and his hand dashed for his sword, ready to swing, when he felt a small but firm hand attempt to grasp him. Edda had clasped a hold over his sword arm, and it was enough to make him pause. His first reaction was confusion but the next instant he understood the unspoken message, for that had been his intention anyway; now that Edda was awake and in a state to possibly negotiate with these new assailants, violence may be unnecessary. Kasrjin relaxed his grip on the hilt of the sword only somewhat, but his stance was still tense and ready to swing.
Emerging from around the outcropping was a female, considerably more austere than the pair the Xaela had cut down just minutes ago. She held a sword and shield in tandem with practised ease. The armor she wore was painted a dark sable and lined with fur; its quality was apparent and well made as opposed to the suits of dingy chainmail that had practically snapped under the strain of the Au Ra's swings.
Like the first two, the female held a belligerent stance but did not make the effort to strike first. Kasrjin's muscles tensed, but he curbed his instincts enough to keep the sword still. On the western continent, it seemed that many armed confrontations began with weapons but ended in ways other than a fight.
"We do not seek trouble," he rumbled at the interloper, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Edda for guidance. A part of him hoped that the new stranger would not notice the trail of body parts--as he had been interrupted in relocating them--or the chilled splashes of blood behind them leading to the camp site.
One could only hope.
Kasrjin scratched his head.
This felt like a familiar situation.
The Xaela began laboriously carrying the bodies and their formerly attached pieces--after having searched them for anything useful--towards the former camp site when suddenly he and Edda's large bird had synchronized in that moment, for at the distressed chirping of the animal Kasrjin simultaneously craned his head towards the outcropping of rock and stared at it as well, his eyes narrowing.
Both of them heard the steps interloper before they saw them. It was soft, very soft, but the telltale shlick of a weapon being retrieved from a scabbard accompanied the deliberate crunch of dirt and frost being disturbed by footsteps. Kasrjin dropped what he was carrying and his hand dashed for his sword, ready to swing, when he felt a small but firm hand attempt to grasp him. Edda had clasped a hold over his sword arm, and it was enough to make him pause. His first reaction was confusion but the next instant he understood the unspoken message, for that had been his intention anyway; now that Edda was awake and in a state to possibly negotiate with these new assailants, violence may be unnecessary. Kasrjin relaxed his grip on the hilt of the sword only somewhat, but his stance was still tense and ready to swing.
Emerging from around the outcropping was a female, considerably more austere than the pair the Xaela had cut down just minutes ago. She held a sword and shield in tandem with practised ease. The armor she wore was painted a dark sable and lined with fur; its quality was apparent and well made as opposed to the suits of dingy chainmail that had practically snapped under the strain of the Au Ra's swings.
Like the first two, the female held a belligerent stance but did not make the effort to strike first. Kasrjin's muscles tensed, but he curbed his instincts enough to keep the sword still. On the western continent, it seemed that many armed confrontations began with weapons but ended in ways other than a fight.
"We do not seek trouble," he rumbled at the interloper, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Edda for guidance. A part of him hoped that the new stranger would not notice the trail of body parts--as he had been interrupted in relocating them--or the chilled splashes of blood behind them leading to the camp site.
One could only hope.
