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From the saftey of cover, Axael watched the group. He'd followed them from the city - completely by accident... mostly. He'd been in the process of leaving when he saw them escorting who appeared to the Prince from within the walls. The moon elf had arrived at a very bad time, the city was in chaos - and he'd instantly regretting coming here. Moreso when he heard talk about the necromancer puppeting the previously dead King.

The smell of their food wafted in the air and made him hungry, his stomach complaining about being all but empty. He sighed softly and shifted a little on his haunches to keep his crouch comfortable. If only he'd been quicker, he could have possibly nabbed some of their food for himself - but alas, he'd taken an impromptu nap and now they were awake and cooking.

Perhaps he could... work for some food, offer his services in exchange. That would be better than hunting by himself, or starving. He still wasn't completely adept at survival in the wilds. Quietly, he scuttled from the bush and brushed the loose leaves and dirt from his clothing before he tucked some loose strands of hair back under his hood.

Right, let's do this.

Moving around to a different side of the camp, he strode into the clearing, pretty sure these guys were going to instantly get defensive of a stranger just... waltzing into their camp.