"Boss. How long until we reached the town." asked a random person in the caravan who was directing his question to the man who was walking in front of them all. Ariael heard no response and had begun to wonder himself. They had been walking for two hours, nearly three in total, but had yet to arrive at the village where they would settle in. The road that they were walking on had been built in the middle of a forest, so either side of them was cluttered with who knew how many trees. If he was a thief then it would be the most easiest place to jump out on a group of travelling merchants.
Ariael's hand tightly grasped his shield as he used his nose to sniff out any human smells that were foreign to him. Since the time he had been with the caravan he had recognized their noses, so picking an odd one out wouldn't be too hard.
WC: 263