Dawnlark Plains pull me down

Kieran followed Kaskara, keeping a weather eye on the horizon. He had been scared, but not for himself. Never for himself. He had come to terms with death long ago. No, he was scared for those he cared about, those he loved. He had been so glad that he had not been patrolling, but had been with Kaskara. He circled around after they found a place to stop. Looking for any others. And he came rolling back in as Scimitar spoke asking where he was. 

Oi'm roi 'ere. Oi wus searchin' for others. Kieran settled to a stance next to Kaskara taking in the others, their faces. And he sighed wearily, blaming himself. Bad luck followed him like the plague. The words about Bazi and Pasha put him on edge. He frowned and looked down. He wasn't as tired as the others so he spoke quietly, I'll go root dem if yer lokie Scimitar?