Otter Creek You will kill or be killed, it's about progress

He does not know what to expect, but it appears that for now he has passed the boy's inspection. He dips his head and follows silently. Argent had not had a plan from the get go other than to gather information. He is surely meant to rendezvous with Heda at the Caldera prior to battle but he does not know yet how... tenable that is. He does not know when Heda is returning, or how long they will spend before descending upon the forest. All he can do is play it by ear and look after himself.

As they step over dismembered flesh and bone he inhales the scent of blood deeply, acclimating to the acrid taste of it. "What is your name," he thinks to ask, finally, as they pass the threshhold of no return. There is, of course, only one name of interest to him - but he does not allow hint of that to pass through his calm features. There is time now.