[ well, he'll take what he can get. and if she's telling the truth about monsters — and he believes that she was — then it's good that she won't leave them two of them without protection as they go. he believes that she was telling the truth, because he's heard wisps of rumors about monsters on alenroux, most times he's asked about the place. because she has the warrior's demeanor of a woman above deception, by and large: too proud to stoop to it, and too strong to rely on it by necessity. he'd trust any word that comes out of her mouth as something she genuinely believes, whether or not it's objective truth, because he's met the kind before.
but she starts to walk and so does he, trotting to keep up with her and trying to look suitably cowed by the situation, the monsters, her. he takes a look around, mindful of attackers, but for now the woods are quiet. ]
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but she starts to walk and so does he, trotting to keep up with her and trying to look suitably cowed by the situation, the monsters, her. he takes a look around, mindful of attackers, but for now the woods are quiet. ]
What kind of monsters are around here?