People in need, a call to answer.

Vandallan would have it to happen upon a Wildmen settlement, and as fate would have it he'd help them quite eagerly. It was clear that a woman named  Leohna was distraught after a group of bandits took her dear little Mumak. He couldn't stand thieves, they were amongst his list of terrible folk. So he took his bow and his blades to them as he would and retrieved the poor little baby. He fought with tooth and nail, striking down bandit after bandit. Soon though he was happened upon by one of the ugly ones. He fiercly whipped his bow around to crack his skull like a whip, but not before his friend viciously cut Vandallan just below the collar bones. A wound he would need treated later, yet he pressed onward until they secured her little friend. He'd walk back to their settlement with Heriwulf, Hildegund and Leohna. Upon his arrival to their hall full of good smells and a warm hearth he was met with a rather irritated individual named Gelvira. She wanted him gone, and he insisted that he'd leave. Yet Heriwulf stood for him, spoke of how he shed blood for his people when he needed not. So Vandallan remained, staying until dawn after he was patched up. He made camp just outside their settlement. Hoping they'd need help again, or he would find someone else in need of aid.