Komolov nodded once, and the Vaegir quickly paid for the meager food and drink he had ordered before grabbing his equipment and departing with his comrades. Nodding in agreement with Bellatrix, Komolov said, "Aye, you two should give those bandits more than enough of a fight, and it seems he and Bjorn aren't exactly seeing eye to eye. The last thing that we need to happen is those two fighting each other with a gang of marauders watching."
As he passed through the entrance of the tavern, Komolov quickly grabbed his black bearskin cloak from the establishment's coat rack and pulled it over his shoulders before he stepped out into the damp, chilled morning air. Mud and other such filth characterized the majority of Dhirim's streets, and its residents quickly walked along to wherever their destination may be. The stench of a dense population also hung heavily in the air, but the Vaegir did his best to ignore it. Once he had his cloak situated upon his frame comfortably, Komolov slung his composite bow and halberd onto his back, looking to his companions. "If we are all ready for the travel, then I suggest we take the trail to Ushkuru. Perhaps we will reach our destination my nightfall." He said with a smirk.
The road to Ushkuru was fairly peaceful, but the trip was tedious more than anything. A heavy fog had settled over the grassy hills as overcast weather shrouded the sun's warmth from the land, and the party only encountered a handful of passerby communing between the eastern village and Dhirim behind them. Surprisingly, Komolov kept up to pace with the trotting horses of his fellow comrades, because the Vaegir was not unfamiliar with trekking such distances on foot. Also, the weather did not strike him as too terribly foreign either; his Vaegirian homeland tended to be similarly damp and cold in the autumn seasons before the snows of winter set in. The skies eventually began to darken, and the party soon reached the forests north of Ushkuru, which flickered with light further south along their current trail. Weighing their options, Komolov was unsure if they should take the risk of confronting the bandits at night or wait until the following day. So, he turned on his heel to face his companions. "We could either begin the hunt tonight or seek shelter in Ushkuru until dawn, whichever you all feel is best."