Rabbit Run

The stranger from the woods revealed himself. A young male elf dressed for the road, and thus no doubt better prepared for it than they were. He was not obviously armed except for a small multipurpose belt knife. Not a hunter. Huh. Did he glean what he could from the woodlands to survive, as they did?

Well, the wolves had not led them wrong yet – though Avishan couldn’t entirely suppress a wince as Ru surged forward. She wasn’t a fool, but she did perhaps trust too easily. If the stranger tried anything … Well. Little Liru wasn’t helpless either, even if he was predisposed to worry about her.

“Err– Alright. We don’t have much to share, but you’re welcome to it.” Avi made a perfunctory gesture at the soup pot, hanging over the fire. He exchanged a glance with Kay as Ru introduced all of them. Reluctantly, he backed off and sat down on his bedroll. Ru seemed to want the stranger to stay, and looming and frowning wouldn't help her designs.

“We’ve not seen many others on the road.” The mending still needed to be done, whether they had a guest in their camp or not. Avi rummaged through his bag for the sewing kit and threaded the largest needle with a leather cord. “No one, really.” Unless you counted darkspawn, sensed rather than seen. The wolves led them wide around, but Avi still felt it at a distance.

“Did you pass through Val Firmin? Is it safe there?”