The fire crackled and popped. The wind was coming in off the northern seas so Hath placed his palms close to the flames. It was warm during the day and list most orcs he didn't need to keep very covered, but when it was a northern wind the cold crept in quickly at night. Scabhair had gone as the sun kissed the horizon. Her bag was still on the ground on the far side of the fire. He was still confused about her last warning not to panic when she returned with her companion. That had seemed an odd thing to say, but Hath was used to keeping his own company and didn't like to ask too many questions. The company was guarding a caravan that was a mile or two behind them having just set out slowly that morning. Simple work, a couple of days riding north to guard them on their way to Elbion, then looking after them on their way back to the town. The orcs would keep ahead, finding the easiest path and warning them of anything dangerous. Hath was far more concerned about the prospect of waiting in the city than the journey itself.