Moving easily through the branches of the trees, Ahren avoided the swampy ground. He didn't fancy walking through mud that came up to his knees, his feet surrounded by who knows what kind of creatures made their home in the swamp. Ahren kept his cloak tight around him over his wings, making himself as small as possible as he made his way through the twisted branches that intertwined with one another. His sword in one hand, Ahren used it only when necessary to cut a path. Even then he cut as little as possible from the tree. An elf to the bones, Ahren held a deep respect for nature, even the nature of a swamp, and he did not like to needlessly damage the trees that dwelled there. It was a good thing that he had left his steed in the village of Kellen. It would have been impossible to get him to go through the swamp. As it was, Ahren had to hope that his pegasus would not grow impatient waiting for him and come out looking for him. He didn't think it would be very good for him if his steed broke out of the stables and injured anyone in the process. In the fading daylight, Ahren continued on, determined to go as far as he could before the light faded completely.

Zenoth was following the elf from a ways behind, trying to make very little noise. He was hoping he could maybe get some gold from this elf, and he knew that meant stealing it. He needed to get some stuff if he was to survive in this world, but of course he had to get the gold for it. He decided to wait till the elf stopped for the night before revealing himself. He wondered suddenly why this boy was out here in the first place, but figured it didn't really matter.

After locating a small island on the marshy ground, Ahren swiftly set up a makeshift camp. Gathering some fallen branches, he arranged them in a box set up. With a quick word, the wood burst into flame. The flame was green, and did not harm the wood in any way, meaning it would burn all night. Just one more skill that he enjoyed when he had to travel. After a small meal that barely filled him, Ahren sat iwth his back against the trunk of one of the trees that managed to survive in the swamp. Holding his blade in his right hand, he kept it laying across his legs as he rested, ready should he need to use it. There were not many creatures in the swamp that came out during the day, but the night was another story. He would need to be ready to defend himself at any time. It was because of this that he set up another precaution. With a whispered spell, Ahren summoned an air elemental to keep watch through the long night. After that was done, Ahren lay back, his eyes barely open as he prepared to sleep. If luck was with him, then he would be able to get through the night without too many problems. With thoughts racing, Ahren remained unmoving, trying to get some sleep before the next dawn.

Zenoth cursed to himself as he watched. He wondered if he should just walk up, but figured he would be suspicious out here. Finally he decided to do so anyways, thinking that maybe this strange elf would not put up to much of a fight. He walked around to the other side of the fire, then walked up to the elf. "Greetings, sir." He figured he would say as little as possible, and so would not be to suspicious.