Ahsdale awoke covered in a slick sweat that made his shirt cling to his chest. The long, black hair that covered his right eye was drenched and dripping from the sweat. Another dream had destroyed any hope of sleep for this night. Daranbar had told him that his eyes looked darker, and strained. He had not slept for some time. He arose from his bedroll and gathered his dark cloak and his weapons. Daranbar was asleep by the small fire, he had drunk far to much wine and was asleep quite deeply when Ahsdale roused him to wakefullness. "What's wrong, Ahsdale ?" asked Daran sleepily, "Im heading out for awhile, i cant sleep so ill use the time to scout ahead. I need you to drop the wards for awhile." "It is done," replied Daran, who would wait an hour or so before putting the wards back up. Ahsdale unsheated his sword, and checked the edge of the blade to see if it needed sharpening. Ofcourse it did not, this blade was made with the Power, but old habits died hard. After his equipment was checked he headed out into the dark forest, the stars were the only lights out here and most of them were dimmed by the canopy. The forest seemed to be dead, nothing moved except him - and he did not make a sound. After a few hours scouting, he saw a dark shape jumping from one tree to another. It was quick, almost too quick to see in the dark, but Ahsdale saw it. It was man sized, but....there was something odd about it. He looked around him to see if he was in an ambush, but nothing stirred around him. He looked back up at the tree but whatever had been there was gone. Ahsdale drew out his bow and after nocking an arrow, crept stealthily into the heart of the forest... * * * The hours crept on and although it was still dark, dawn would break in a matter of hours. Nothing was out here, there journey through this forest would be uneventful. He turned to go back to their camp, likely Daran wanted an early start. As he turned a dark shape fell down from the canopy and landed in front of him. Ahsdale's bow shot up, aiming squarely at the man's face - if man it was, it looked like some sort of woodland bear. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Even if you truly are one of the Forsaken, a slashed throat would still kill you." Ahsdale's thoughts raced. He knew from the man's words that others were around. He could sense them getting closer. But why did this man think he was of the Forsaken ? "I don't know who you are, or why you think I'm one of the Forsaken, but if you move an inch I will kill you were you stand." He thought he saw a small smirk appear on the man's lips when he said that.