Subject: Re: The Chase; Back to running

Looking at the arrows, Rennik frowns, and nods toward his own quiver and his fallen kinsman's quiver beside it on his shoulder. He has more than enough arrows, and cannot carry the extra weight anyway. He will however, pull a few of the arrows to replace the empty slots in his own quiver.

Moving along some distance ahead of the party, the halfling will guide them directly toward Kalama territory, removing the jungle cat pelt he wears about his shoulders as he moves. He will also fashion a rudimenatary flag from the remains of his cloak (whatever's left, even if he has to use the sling he had made for Promise) and the halberd haft. On the cloak he would mark the halfling glyph for distress and carry the halberd haft before him.

He hoped the Kalama scouts would hestitate from shooting him just long enough to wonder why he would be traveling with a makeshift flag, gripping the blade of his own weapon.

He would also keep a sharp eye for signs of scouting patrols, or markings of the borders of Kalama territory. Once he is in an area of forest that is proximal to the edges of their land, he will begin to call out in halfling over and over again, at ten or twenty second intervals. "Under a banner of truce I seek aid! I am Rennik of the Chorrdath!"