Man, that’s pretty embarrassing

Evening was soon approaching, and so were a large group of oxfolk. There were perhaps close to forty of them, almost matching how many were in Ares' company.

They charged towards him and Ares raised a hand for his own troop to stop, waiting until the oxfolk had appeared. As they neared they eventually slowed down. They were armed with thick furs and leathers, large spears in hand, and a leather cap designed specifically around their horns.

The oxfolk ahead was about to open her mouth to spoke, but then she saw Torak and she quickly shut her mouth. She bowed her head and then looked back to Ares and Rori, narrowing her eyes. "It is good to see you all are safe, what brings you here?" She asked.

"I received your message." Ares replied with a sour smile on his face.

"Our message?"

Ares glanced towards Rori and then nodded towards her. "I need to speak with a Horn, Sohka preferably."