Tell me, if you will, are you one of those Rangers we hear of and never see. What business brings you to this section of forest? As Brytta said, we are lost. But you, it appears are not. Are you here by chance, and will you aid us. Or do you seek to hinder us?
Awyrgan shifted slightly where he sat crosslegged. "A blind squirrel could see that you are lost. I am not - and chance is a strange word. I am here because I choose to be, but I did not choose to follow you. I roam these parts, and they are like my home. Strangers in a house are to be followed." He paused, glancing up at the sole female member of the party who was turning a crimson red for one reason or another and chuckled. "Lady I won't eat you, sit down." Turning back to the other he continued, cracking his neck as he did so.
"I will not hinder you, so long as you prove no threat to the ground I tread upon. I care not for your business, but I will lead you whither you wish until I am beyond where I choose to go."
He poked a stick through the last of the remaining fish, and turned it slowly over the dying embers of the fire. "After all, 'tis the least I can do for a fine supper."
"So what will it be - I will guide you until you are back on your path, but you will travel where and how I tell you. If not, I will be gone by morning and you will be off on your merry way again."
"As to whether or not I am a Ranger..." he shrugged, "in a manner of ways yes."
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