Meltaris watched as Elril and Night headed back to camp, and then turned to return the grin to Irilse before following her. As he walked along a few steps behind her, he started to think about the journey ahead, and what sort of troubles they may encounter. He really had no idea why they were volunteering to go on this psychotic scouting mission anyway, but he merely shrugged off any doubts. They were all able warriors, capable of taking care of anything that came at them. Suddenly Meltaris' thoughts were interrupted by Irilse tripping over a rock and falling face first into a small mud puddle. Meltaris attempted to quickly smother a laugh, but couldn't contain himself any longer and burst out laughing. He grinned at Irilse when she glared at him, and kept walking, his light tread carrying him over the rock and the mud puddle, and the last minute or two back to the camp. Once there, he bent down and slung his pack and bow back over his shoulders, and picked up his staff. He then walked up to Elril, Night and Luin. "Ah, and my other favourite people. This looks to be a fun little travelling party." he said to them. "I'm ready to leave when you guys are." he finished, then turned to look anxiously for Irilse.