Asmara Surana
Asmara had only just set down her dishware, intent on waiting for everyone else to finish and collecting theirs for a wash also, when something behind her causes her ears to perk up instinctively. Turning, she catches sight of Ser Sev, Jasper, and a strange short man (Asmara has heard of but never seen a dwarf before) on a large creature. She blinks in surprise for a moment before her customary smile lights her face. Obviously, the ebony-bearded man is another ally, or perhaps an old friend of someone's. That's how things seem to work around this group, and she has no protest to it.
"Ser Sev, Jasper, welcome back," she greets amiably. "There's still some dinner left if you want it." She gestures back to the pot and the seated group, but whatever she might have said next is interrupted by a commotion from the far corner. She catches the distinct sound of an arrow hitting wood, and watches with apprehensive eyes as Blysse and Kujo run into the woods, and Tiaryn disappears from sight as well.
Turning back to her fellow Warden, Asmara furrows her brows. she can sense them now, but why not earlier. "Darkspawn," she murmurs softly, suddenly intent on the sensation of the Taint in her blood acting up. Biting down on her lip, the elven wisp of a girl dashes to her tent, grabbing her staff from amongst her tings and following after the more canine-inclined members of the group. If there are Darkspawn about, she knows it's her duty to hunt them, and she refuses to let Blysse run straight into them without her assistance. She knows that at the very least the other Wardens and Tal will not be far behind.
Tiaryn Ormet
Tiaryn might not admit it, but she is highly amused by this creeping game that Blysse is playing, and when the werewolf's attention is elsewhere, she shoots Zephora a smile, with just a hint of mischief. Despite having the appearance of being nothing but solemn, there is a slight hint of the trickster spirit in Tiaryn, though it might well have just been Ryuu rubbing off on her.
All plans go abruptly elsewhere, however, when her ears, trained for years to catch the smallest of sounds, catch the characteristic tensing and drawing of a bowstring. Tiaryn dives to the side, though the arrow was not meant for her. As soon as Blysse runs after what must be a Darkspawn, she activates her stealth, and abruptly becomes unnoticeable, ghosting through the trees, knowing that Blysse will likely be able to smell her there.
It is not long before the group reaches a cave, outwardly no different in appearance from any other, but this impression of ordinariness is swiftly shed by the Darkspawn emerging at a rapid rate from its mouth, and Tiaryn quietly swears in Antivan, drawing her blades and trying to decide how best to make use of her stealth. There are far too many here for the three of them to handle on their own, and though she senses that some of the others are close behind, she does not know how many that is.