There's always been something dark about them. Perhaps not in One or Two but after that. Betrayal stings a bit, self, it does. Four whistles softly to himself as he pushes past shrubs and branches. Not being weary enough, or at least seeming not to be. His sharp eyes are watching every shadow, even as he points out a funny colored birds to his other self.

He is making an awful lot of noise though, isn't he. Either these bandits were alone, or any others were heading somewhere.

"Ah!"