"Whoa!" Olaf stops and crouches for a second, "Sounds like a fight up ahead."waysoftheearth wrote:Olaf keeps a look out as Beringar leads him a short way through the heath to what might be a hare warren; a complex of burrow and tunnel entries beneath shrubs and bushes.
The would be pelt-hunter gathers up his meager, empty snares with a disdainful grunt. The warren hardly proved productive!
Then the pair are off, Olaf leading the way at a steady lope.
The ruin lies a hundred yards directly ahead on a raised knoll. Beringar had given the place a wide berth on his way out, not knowing who (or what) might be squatting there, but he follows Olaf there cautiously none-the-less.
Even before they reach the summit, the faint echoes of clanging and shouting carry to their ears from across the heath. The unmistakable sound of trouble from somewhere beyond the ruin...
"If the Snorks are attacking my friends, I'll have to to try to help." he moves up to the summit to look keeping his head down so he can see without being easily seen.
Olaf has his bow and will be using it if the wargs and their riders are within range. He'll aim at them as they leave the melee to wheel about to charge back in. He doesn't want to fire directly into the melee as he is all too aware of the friendly fire problem having been on the receiving end of it before. Lacking armor and shield, he also doesn't want to go hand to hand if he can avoid it.