"While I would love to give you some space, this entire situation seems to stirrup a hornet's nest."
The moment couldn't be any worse. While nearly everyone in the caravan was wide awake and outfitted for battle, with the sun no longer illuminating the area, everyone could see only as far as was the reach of his own torch.
"I get it."
Freeing himself from Arla's desperate cuddles, Fen shook the drowsiness that remained in his head off before reaching towards the rest of his robes that he was using as additional padding for their blanket.
Raising the upper part of his mercenary outfit, Fen could see how the caravan owner caressed the handle of his weapon while watching the line of the forest nearby. Curious, the young man directed his eyes towards the potential source of dangers, but even with his hunter's senses toned through years of living in a forest, Fen was unable to spot anything extraordinary.