Merchant Escort
Tirdinen Duinion
Tirdinen Duinion
From his spot in the fallen tree, Duinion watched the young man like a hawk. He couldn't see as well as he would have liked, but he saw when he headed for the door. It seemed more and more likely that he was definitely following Firdaus and company. Duinion frowned, his suspicions increasing. Once the stranger wasn't watching through the window, Duinion eased himself down from his hiding spot, and moved slowly and stealthily after him, keeping himself hidden by trees and underbrush. Even without his suspicious activity inside the inn, seeing the man lurking around the merchant's wagon was enough to vanish any further doubts about the stranger. He was definitely up to no good.
Crouching behind some bushes, the ranger observed the young boy servant set off to find Firdaus, but his attention remained fixed upon the suspect, who had decided to follow the boy. He was now moving in the direction of the rest of the group, where Pele was. Duinion paused briefly, thinking of what he ought to do. Pele ought to have some warning, he thought, though he felt it would be too obvious to find her and get close enough to whisper to her, and relay to her all that he had observed. Instead, he paused to shape his lips in a well-practiced manner, and let out a very bird-like sound that should blend with the other sounds of the outdoors... to all except, hopefully, Pele. He hoped she would recognize that the sound was made by him, not a real bird. After a brief pause, he repeated it, and hoped the ranger Captain would know to be watchful for the stranger.
But where did he go? Duinion paused, scanning the shadowy area where the man had disappeared. It took him a second to spot the man's movement, now by the far corner of the inn. Duinion watched as he started climbing up onto the roof. Why? Duinion's frown deepened, and he decided that was not a good sign. Assassin? It was possible, he thought to himself, with some concern. What sort of people had Firdaus gotten himself involved with?
Careful to keep his movements stealthy, yet with as much haste as he dared, Duinion traversed his way back the way he had come, keeping a few yards into the woods, til he was back at the place where he had hidden earlier. He remembered having noticed a tree there, growing near the inn. With his bow secured to his back, he swiftly climbed up the tree and onto the roof, on the opposite side of the inn from where the stranger had climbed. From there, he took his bow in hand and set off across the roof, his steps soft and careful, avoiding any loose-looking shingles, taking great care not to make any noise as he moved. Peering over the peak of the roof, Duinion spotted the man right about where he had expected, having gotten up to the roof ahead of Duinion. And he had a bow now. It appeared that he was indeed an assassin or something similar, but who was his target?
Regardless of whom he intended to use that bow on, Duinion intended to prevent him from using it. Continuing forward with all stealth, he paused to glance around every couple of steps, to reassure himself there weren't any other enemies lurking around to spring out at him while he was focused on this one. So far, it appeared to be just the one, but he didn't want to rule out the possibility of others. He already had an arrow on his string, ready to draw and fire in one swift motion if necessary, but only if necessary. He moved carefully forward, unsure how close he could get without the man noticing him. He hoped to get within a couple of yards, at least, hoping he would be so focused on those on the ground that he wouldn't hear the ranger coming up behind him. But if the man were to notice him prematurely, Duinion was prepared for that too, and would give the same order either way. "Don't bother grabbing an arrow," He spoke quietly so as not to draw any attention from those down below. "I strongly suggest that you toss that bow off to your right. And the quiver, to the left, out of reach." He added, hoping the man would comply peacefully, rather than trying to rush him and fight, or anything like that.
Duinion was mildly aware that he probably looked a strange sight, with mud, leaves, and moss plastered onto his face, but the bow in his hands, arrow ready on the string, ought to be enough to make the statement he wanted to make; I can definitely fire my arrow before you can get yours out of the quiver. Underneath the mud, a stern frown showed on his face, giving a moment's pause to see how the stranger would react to his words. It would be nice if he could get a few answers as to what he hoped to accomplish with that bow, and who had sent him, and so on.. and preferably without disturbing the merchant's transaction down below.