He pulled the tattered cloak a little tighter around him as he continued to trudge through the rain drenched terrain."Cursed land..." He muttered under his breath, looking over to his left to see the branch of the Greyflood that bent its way into the fell lands of Dunland. Ioranir paused briefly to look back over his shoulder. The fog from the Dunbog still gracing itself eerily upon the face of the marshes therein. He shook his head and continued on to press onwards towards the source of the billowing smoke that poured from something just over the next ridge cut it seemed. Hoping for either supplies, or survivors of which he could potentially travel with.
His eyes peered over the carnage, his nose twitching with the scent of burned flesh and cloth, singed hair and the ilk. Bodies lay strewn about the camp, twisted and mangled with limbs left where they fell. There were only a few warriors among the bodies, as he could tell The rest had to have been nobility judging from the clothing and jewels hung about them. But among them sat a child, no more than four or five winters. Screaming and shoving her mother in a strange tongue, the tears rolling down her face left streaks in the dirt and soot that marred the girls face. His mind didn't understand her words, but his heart did. She sat crumpled before the body in front of her begging her to wake up. Begging her to move or to say anything. He didn't need to understand her tongue, to know what those actions meant.
He looked over the camp once more, making sure nothing stirred within his sight save for the child as he readied his axe and slipped down the slope, his eyes continuing to scan as he moved forward. The girl had looked up and seen the armed, cloaked figure advancing towards her and she fell back. Kicking, flailing and sobbing as he approached and flinched when he knelt down before her. She looked to him, then to his hand that had been outstretched before her as he offered her a small chunk of bread. "Go on. Come, child I know you hunger." He gave a nod and pulled the hood back from his head, revealing his white, matted locks and stubbly face to her with a smile. The girls eyes were nearly the size of dinner plates as she just continued to stare at him, watching him in confusion as he took a small pinch of the thing he held before her and placed in his mouth and chewed. "See? Mmm. Good. You try. You eat." Ioranir gave a nod, holding the bread before her with a nod before looking over his shoulder to her mother who she wept over just moments ago when he felt a yank on his hand.
He turned to face the young girl who had now snagged his entire loaf of bread and instead left him withthe piece he had offered to her. Ioranir sat, watching as the youngling voraciously ripped the bread apart, chewing as fast as she could as to get another bite. "Easy.. Easy, I know your hungry but you will make yourself sick. Believe me, I would know. Slow down, yeah? Ioranir smiled, shaking his head at the young girl before looking around at their surroundings. He began to reach over, pulling one of the cloaks from the remains and offering it to her, snagging things here and there that might be of use for later. rings, earrings and bracelettes. Pausing as he looked towards the ring on the girls mother. His heart sank and his eyes welled for a moment as he bit into his tongue. He peered over the ruby that set perched above crossed spears upon a gold band. He pulled the ring from her hand and tucked it away into his belt, blinking repeatedly to clear his face from the tears before turning back to the girl. "Alright lass. C'mon. We've gotta get you outta here."
They had not been walking for forty minutes as the child wailed and screamed like some sort of fell creature from the great beyonds he had heard so much about during his child hood. He yanked on the rope that he had fashioned into a harness around her and turned to point a stern finger at her. "Alright, listen. Y'can shut up and keep walking with me or I can cut you loose and you can fend for yourself. Yeah?" Ioranir looked at her quizzically with a perked brow as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose after giving the girl a glance. "I don't know why I'm even saying this because its not actually like you understand me!" The man shouted while rubbing his hands across his face before turning aroud and continuing to trudge onwards with a now relatively silent child in tow.
