Barbas grabbed his bow, holding it out. He cuffed his index finger and thumb in a circle, then fired an arrow into the sky. The arrows landed, flying right between the circle that his fingers formed. "Pretty good." He said with a yawn.

"Very good." The man said grinning to himself. "Care to take part in a battle against our rival clan, we will pay you." He was looking to hire as many as he could, though considering the region, it isn't easy.

Barbas thought for a moment. "Well, since you're looking for people to hirer, I'll guess that they're a threat." He thought some more. "Sure, whatever... How long will this take, and how good are these people I'm up against?" " He questioned. "Wait, wait. I have a condition. I was out in the cold, all day, and I nearly got killed by some demon. I require rest first."

The group began to talk among itself in whispers, A demon. They were concerned. The cloak man put his arm to the side and they silenced. "It's a war between Dragon Fang and Ice Fang. We, being the latter of the two. You won't be bored and you will be tended too." He said. "The name is Reven by the way."

Meanwhile the group traveled up ahead was a crimson trail of blood, it stopped at someone lying in the snow, from the looks of things he was still moving.

Barbas nodded. "Sounds good to me." Barbas stated. He picked the arrow from the grab, placing back in his stack and putting his bow away. "Screw it, let's get started. I'll be fine." Barbas cracked his neck, then looked into the sky. The small specs that were the group still visible.

OOC: eh, I'm lost, I just got back from Karate....where are we now?

Ooc: you didnt miss much, still in the ice region.

OOC: at the mountain yet, or are we still in the snow? I'm completely lost, I can't understand where we are reading the last posts

Ooc: Snow. (ill tell you when Whim stop worrying)

Serene looked at the figure lying on the ground. "That doesn't look too good if you ask me..." she said, scanning the area around them. She knelt down and looked at the figure, then took a glance at the blood. "I'm no cleric, so I can't figure out how this guy was wounded. Anyone have any expertise in looking at wounds?" she asked the group

"I'm not any healer as well but i do happen to have some medicine" she'd reply to the Pegasus Knight; stepping over and kneeling besides her, taking out a small pouch, a small tie keeping it closed. The pouch contained some mashed medicinal herds, mixed in together. Her eyes gazed over the injured person, observing over their anatomy. "Hmmm"

The figure moved and turned drawing a sword, staring at the two women. Blood ran down his mouth, a large look of fear in his eyes. He was covered in blood. The wound the caused most of the bleeding was a large gaping sword stab wound. He breathed heavily. and coughed.

The figure was a young boy, he appeared no more then 16, over his right eye was a fresh wound that ran down it, it was red and bleeding, it looked like it could have made it lose it. His hair was dirty and unkempt. He wore a torn up, worn brown trench coat like cloak, something on the cloak seemed intentionallt cut off though, as if an insignia had been there before. His white shirt stained a crimson red. He also wore black worn, dirty slacks that were torn in several places and a pair of old worn in boots. It looked like it was a miracle for him to be alive.

Meanwhile.

"I like your enthusiasm." Revan said. "First thing you should know is I lead this clan. Second thing, an inn is over there, third thing, battle is going to be a dawn tommorow. They're army marches here as I speak. You'll be given an Iron bow and and arrows, maybe some armor too. Sound good?"

He removed his mask and hood. He was a bald headed man, over his mouth ran a scar and across his head too. He looked extremely war hardened but still had that friendly touch to him.

Barbas nodded. "All of it seems good. Except for armor. I prefer to stay agile and move at a fast pace, armor will slow me down." He thought for a moment, knowing that to not be an entirely good decision. "Meh, I'll be fine without it." He said with a rather odd and confused look on his face.

Serene jumped back in shock, there was no way he could be able to stand up with his wounds, or at least that's what she thought. She looked at him, "so this is what it must have been like...mother...to have yourself barely alive, waiting for your daughter..." she thought to herself. She tried to stop herself from crying, as she wanted to appear strong in front of the others

Tania landed Windy nearby the others, she hopped off and looked back at the man now that he was better than before he'd probably leave their group as mysteriously as he had come. She seemed slightly disappointed that he would be leaving them she was intrigued with his "mind talking" and wanted to find out how he did it.

She gasped at the sight of the bloody young man and turned her face away for a second before looking at it again. "Oh my" was all that she could say.