[Mattius]

Ranchard had broken away from the main group of Hunters, Ekatran had allowed him to but warned him to be cautious. Grunting Ranchard had turned his horse away and sped off.

And now it seemed to have paid off.

Ranchard sat at the top of a small hill looking down on the slaves and a... hunter? What was happening thought the bulky man scatching his head. He decided to make his way slowly down to get a closer look.

Sliding down like a snake he approched the group in complete silence. In his teeth he had his curved knife and now Ranchard lay but ten feet from the other Hunter who had his back to him. He tried to listen to what was being said but the whispers were too low for even his ears to make out. Thoughts began swimming in his mind, why was the hunter talking to them, should he attack him, attack a slave, stay hidden or perhaps go back and find Ekatran? Eventually Ranchard's numerous animal instincts kicked in and he decided to fight, the traitor would die first.

Inch by inch he slowly raised his massive body in silence, until he was crouching. He took the knife from his teeth and pointed it out in front of him ready to strike. Suddenly like a coiled spring he sprinted towards the other easterling, still in silence. As the blade was inches from the back of the victim a slave caught sight of him and let out a scream. Rhûnnaro spun and caught Ranchard's outstrechted arm before landing a punch on the hunters face. As Ranchard fell backwards Rhûnnaro continued to attack him before Ranchard finally fell over in pain. Rhûnnaro took some rope from his pack.

"Help me tie him up," he said to the slaves.