Watching Godfri seemingly become spooked, Oloro takes out his second kukri and begins to play with both of the blades, twirling them slowly.
Azalea edges towards the middle of the group, skittishly looking all around. She draws her spell components with one hand and places the other one on Rufus' withers, hoping to keep him calm. Meanwhile, Julio takes a prime observation spot atop Azalea's head, glancing about rapidly.
"Somethin's a-comin'!" The parakeet screeches, his Shackles accent flaring and his wings aflutter.
Barid gives Orso a once over and notices his unease, "Where's it coming from?" With his club in hand, he then pulls his shield from his back, and takes a readied stance
With half of a smile on his face, Barid gives Tairn a rather informed reply, "It could be nothing, a rotten smell... or some not so nice company." The two, Barid and Orso, position themselves by Godfri so that the three of them form some what of a pocket around Azalea, while they read the group's surroundings.
Seeing everyone beginning to form up, Oloro figures now would be a good time to join in. He places himself to the side of Barid, about 15 feet away, 5 feet back and keeping a relaxed look about him, he readies himself, looking around.
"This forming up is going to feel stupid if a mundane rabbit hops out of the bushes to confront us," Oloro says with a slight smile.
Godfri glances down at Barid's club, and raises an eyebrow. "How do plan to fight anything with that?" he asks. Then he turns his attention back to the woods beyond, knocking an arrow, ready to shoot it at the first thing to pop out of the foliage.
Orso gestures forward, motioning with his muzzle. Tairn responds to Barid in a low whisper, which is it laddie?
"A few voices.. possibly three, around a campfire. Don't know if they're friendly or not.." Barid divulges.
Scratching Orso behind the ear, he looks to Godfri and responds with a smirk "Think of it as beating someone with a tree; it can hurt a lot." He then returns his gaze to where the voices were coming from.
Oloro looks forward, thinking over his next move while he rocks a dangling kukri between his thumb and middle finger before he decides to speak up quietly.
"I'll try scouting ahead. If you hear me scream rather loudly and in panicked fashion, kill things that look to be attempting to kill me."
Oloro moves forward alone as quietly as possible, trying his best to remain unseen and unheard, while simultaneously trying to see and hear whatever he can of his potential enemies.
Godfri smiles at Barid's explanation. "A tree might hurt, but that's a twig." Then he nods to Oloro's suggestion, communicating his understanding. He tracks his new friend with his bow, albeit pointed just slightly over his left shoulder instead of at his heart, ready to lend aid should it be necessary.
Azalea waits for the party to act, herself unsure of what to do.
I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the earth. I had something happen and I'm going to have to stop this campaign due to time problems on my side. I'm really sorry that I didn't post something sooner.