Bhoors looks for the caravan leader, "Beautiful night . . . but not in the Vale. I suggest that the watch get doubled tonight." He leaves to make his way to his bedroll knowing he has a late watch coming. He turns back to the caravan lead, "Next time a few days later or a few days sooner might not put us out in the wild under a full moon. Pray that is only wolves you hear." He continues on toward his bedroll wary and restless. Erastil watch over us this night. Keep the wolves and worse at bay.
The bent form of the cloaked man in the mask patrols/paces the caravan warily, unable to rest easy on such a night.
"One more night of this and we finally reach the town and can rest easy."
He says this more to himself than any of his companions as a way to settle his nerves.
Answering Tokhan back Bhoors responds not realizing he is interrupting Tokhan conversation with himself, "Meh the Hollow was a depressing place last I was there. In land supposedly 'free' I have seen many barely survive working for the Lumber Consortium. They run that place like the lumberjacks are little better than slaves."
perception
In the back of a wagon is the sound of a loud and reverberating snoring suggesting maybe a bear or a smaller dragon.
Bhoors leans back against his blanket on his bedroll using it as a pillow. Trying to catch some z's before his turn at watch. His eyes open, "Is that a bear," he suggests in half jest. "Seriously that is some loud snoring . . . is that the half-elf. Maybe that will keep the werewolves out."
"You really think so?" the young looking elf who has a hood over his head looks up from his place by the fire. As is during most of the times when he asks something he has a book out already and is scribbling into it "are these werewolves really afraid of such a quiet snore and " he looks at the merchants for a moment then back to the human "why is it that people seem to fear them so more than wolves? Do these werewolves have a stronger bite? or do they have more flesh that can be eaten on their ribs?" He seems genuinely curious there and shows that he knows absolutely nothing about this strange world. His voice is quite nice to hear.
Bhoors looks to the elf, "Quiet!? You must be new to these parts. Would they be afraid no. There are plenty of monsters in the wide world but werewolves don't just kill they turn you into monsters. Yes their bite is worse. I would not recommend eating them."
His eyes grow wide "Their bite turns me into a moster? that would be" he stpos scribbling into the book at this "that would not be very desierable now would it?" he begins to write again "Do all bites transform you? And" he stops again "To come back to your question young one. That -snore- as you call it sounds like the sleeping sounds of a newborn to me in terms of how loud they seem. You wouldn't call it a snore or loud ever if you heard me or one of the elders snor........" he stops himself and looks confused and also very pained for a moment one delicate finger going to his chest where also the golden medaillon that can be seen time and again through rips in the clothing resides then he takes out another journal almost hurriedly and begins to scribble down there.
"Truly snoring must be significant among your people if that racket is a little sound."
Daedrons eyes become glossed over for a second before he scribbles a bit more and closes that book. "Not more important than for you only that even the smallest childs among us snore louder than that but then again we normally need not fear wolves or how were they called? Werewolves? I wonder though why all seem also so nervous about the wolves or is it only the fear about those werewolves?" he looks at the distant trees and shakes his head slightly as if trying to wake from a draeam.
Lux pulls her fingers back through her tangled red hair as a smirk lifts the side of her mouth. She has been mostly quiet except for fits of whistling here and there.
"This business with these wolf-blokes seems to be one of those things mums make up to scare the wee ones. I wouldn't give much credence to it. We're more likely to be set upon by Goblins, I'd think."
Bhoors looks over to Lux and reassures, "If we were anywhere else, anywhere else, I would agree, however I grew up just a few miles from here. Mums have a good reason for such warnings in the vale."
The snoring continues peacefully undisturbed by notions of lycanthropes.
Lux's smile deepens and she's always smiling, or at least it seems like it. "I don't claim to know everything, just seems as if a man that's also a wolf could find a better lot in life than chasing us around, especially with the snoring and what not. I bet it drives them away."
"Wolves have amazing hearing, like bats, they are." She adds.
"It depends though. If the snoring sounds too humanoid they more likely than not will find it tasty to hear it and come to find something to eat. At least I know I would." He smiles a bit at that and licks over his lips "Nothing better than food that is loud enough to tell you easily where it is." He looks almost lovingly now at the trees "Or food that comes to you because you get it to believe that YOU are the food"
Bhoors looks toward Daedron raising an eyebrow a little confusion on his face, "Ah okay."
Bhoors looks up from his bedroll, "Who has first watch I was planning on later but I can do whatever."
"Well at least it seems like anything out there sounds far off."
Bhoors whips his head around toward the tree line studying it intently. "Look lively. There are wolves moving among the trees 5 or so of them." He points in their general direction. He grabs his bow and knocks and arrow.
Bhoors moves to the front of the nearest wagon climbs into the driver bench. He look at the shapes moving trying to catch more details.
"Something else leads them be wary and don't get bit."
"See now what I meant? Prey coming to you instead of you having to hunt it down" With that he smiles broadly and inhales deeply before he screams aloud while letting the air out....from his mouth came a glow at first and as he exhales a bright stream of flames washes over the wolves
Bhoors looks in Daedron's direction a quick moment. "He just breathed fire." He returns his focus to the wolves.
Lux raises her crossbow up and takes aim at the nearest wolf, hoping to catch one of the creatures that Daedron has set on fire. "Funny thing, magic." She looses the bolt. "After a while you stop asking questions anymore and just accept it."
Bhoors lets out a cry of pain. He complains as he contends with the wolf. "So much for the safety of climbing into the wagon." He drops his bow and draws his axe.
"To the hells with you curr!"
Daedron curses in a gutural language before saying aloud "Someone ditract the food from our travel companions!" with that he takes his quaterstaff in both hands and lets it rain down onto the wolf in front of him. "Now SIT AND DIE to be eaten!" he growls that at the wolf in front of him.
Tokhan, who had, apparently, been so distracted by his musings that he failed to notice the wolves or the group's initial reaction, finally catches on to the attack and decides to do something about it.
He takes a quick step out from where he'd been, pulling a javelin from behind his back and launching it at the nearest wolf.
BErry stands up and draws her weapon. "Is that a fight I hear going on outside!?!"
Bhoors drops his bow and picks up his axe. He fires an arrow at the wolf attacking the merchant.
Daedron cries out in pain and although his eyes flash into an inhuman shape for a moment he bites down on the pain and anger welling up inside him and he makes some slight movements with his arm and grumbles some words filled with anger and hate while keeping an eye on his attacker. He points at his attacker and for a moment a green shine comes from his fingertip but disappears again. He looks at the finger for a moment despite the blood running out of the wound on his body as if the finger had just betrayed him before he focuses his anger on the wolf that is standing just beside his lying body and will surely try to bite him again.
Tokhan moves to close off the escape of the nearest wolf, pulling out an oddly-bent battleaxe as he does so. Taking hold of it with both hands, he swings down upon the creature with all his might.
After his swing, he removes a hand from his axe to adjust the silly mask he wears.
Bhoors takes a parting shot as the wolves leave.