As if getting sent out on a case wasn't bad enough, the rangers had to trek up a mountain too! Enoch grumpily plodded along the path, his head pointed to the ground as his mind wandered its own trail. Bodies turning up was always a saddening affair, and one had to wonder what could have led to such an event. Sure, it could have been an attack from a creature of the forest, but from the way their guide was acting, and the seeming lack of any creatures at all, Enoch sensed something far more disturbing. Suddenly, he was brought out of his own head when his foot caught on a fallen branch in the road. He stumbled a bit, then continued walking as he had been, trudging behind silently save for the occasional grumbling to himself.
Pulled from his musings on corruption and the horrors of the world, he turned his mind instead to his companions. There wasn't much to be said for the man in the ponytail. He was jittery and generally unhelpful, but he seemed to be a decent enough guy. Even then, that didn't mean he would be saved an earbashing if all the hiking turned out to be for naught.
Then there was his partner, Molly. He couldn't say he knew too much about her, only having seen her a handful of times, and unable to remember any specific interactions. Really, the only reason he remembered her at all was the obnoxious-looking bright pink uniform, which only made her look even more like a teenager. She definitely wasn't, of course, but it would be easy to mistake her for one at first glance. The sword she carried, however, was a definite giveaway that she was no mere child. It made Enoch feel a bit self-conscious as he looked down at the two empty sheaths, strapped at his sides to his belt. He could only hope they wouldn't be filled that day, but he knew the hope was in vain. "Murder or not, those bloody things'll come along at some point."
With this, his thoughts once again turned to negativity, and he was only interrupted when his partner posed a question to the ponytailed man. "W-we should be there pretty soon. Just a little further." Hearing this, Enoch picked up his pace slightly, eventually walking almost side-by-side with Molly. "He'd better mean it. Too much more of this and my legs'll give out."