"Fine. But if something happens to me, this knife will be lodged between your eyes" Feyre says with a grin, flipping her small flat blade between her fingers before tucking it back into the thigh holster under her dress. 

"So which way do we go?" She asks looking at Pocket.

So which way do we go?

He thought for a little bit.
"The fastest way to go would be south, straight through the ancient ruins, then out through the southern tip of The Plains of Bohar, then to Adeluna." He paused, "But we should try to do it quickly, those parts are very dangerous… especially at night."

"It'd be boring if it was safe" Feyre said with a smirk as he concluded his sentence. 

She pulled another scabbard and dagger from her satchel and attached it to her hip, in case she runs out of arrows or throwing knives. 

"Lead the way grass boy" 

They had been running for about four hours now. All the while saying nothing, making the occasional turn towards the mountains. Finally it started to get dark and they had to stop, "too dangerous at night" Pocket explained.
Pocket set up his hammock then started to weave a hammock for Feyre.

"I will take first watch, you sleep"   

Feyre watched the boy weave his second hammock with surprising precision. Where a child learned such skills, she had no idea, but she was grateful for them. 

"I'll take first watch, you sleep" Pocket said.

Feyre nodded at him, not even bothering to argue. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small handful of dried meat and a fig and held both out to the boy. 

"Eat, you'll need the energy"

Pocket took the meat and threw it into his mouth, still weaving the hammock. Once the hammock was done he let Feyre go to sleep while he sat on a boulder infront of the overhang.
They had set up camp underneath a rock face that jutted out over the campfire. The hammocks where in a Moon Willow that thrived in the shadow of the rock face. 
 Pocket saw a light passing through the trees, casting a blue hue across the forest floor. Pocket unsheathed he sword and jumped up a tree, walking slowly towards the light. As he got closer he saw three men, the biggest one had big armor with dirt and rust covering it, he had a big fur draped over his back and two flails resting on the ground next to him. The second man was very small and Pocket could never seem to catch a glimpse of his face, he had Abbie slung over his back and was dressed in a purple cape and black leather. The last man was dressed in very high looking clothes and seemed to be casting a spell.
The glowing blue came from a well in the ground that had the blue liquid flowing like a whirlpool. Something was in the well, a figure that seemed to be speaking, or grunting, Pocket did not know which. They where bandits.
Pocket leaped across the trees back to the campground. He went to Feyre's hammock and woke her up,
Hey, get up. You know that fun you where talking about having? I found it." 

Feyre lept out of her hammock. drew her dagger, and stood behind Pocket with it pressed against his throat in a matter of seconds. It took her a few seconds to blink the dreams away and realize what she was doing. 

She quickly lept away from him and sheathed her dagger, remembering what he just said.

"What could possibly be fun about waking up in the middle of the night" Feyre groaned, running a hand through her hair.

"Funny you would ask. And keep your voice down"
He said rubbing his neck,
"There are three bandits about two-hundred yards east west of here. They're casting some blue magic stuff. We should kill them."

It had become nightfall by now, and the forest around her seemed to be covered in a thick blackness. Having any hope in the moon and stars for guidance seemed in vain, for the sky itself was even nearly impossible to see. Ha Neul had in mind to travel to the Perditi Cemetery, and the Viren's Forest had seemed like the most obvious and quickest path there. What she didn't know of, however, were of the tales of what happened to those who dared to venture through the Viren forest. She'd entered this seemingly god forsaken forest every early this morning, at the fight sight of dawn, with an intention to have been out by nightfall. Yet the farther she had traveled through the forest, the deeper it had seemed to become. After the first few hours, everything had begun to look exactly the same; All the trees, the ground, the wildlife and strange creatures that creeped around these parts. Now that it was night, the forest had become exceedingly even more difficult to navigate through, and further attempts at travel were beginning to seem completely vain. "Perhaps I should begin building my house here." She jested to herself. For it didn't seem as if this would be a place she'd be leaving anytime soon. She had high mental and physical perseverance, through her experience of constant battle and struggles for survival in the past, in her previous world, yet even this place, was bringing a wear upon her patience. Just when all hope seemed lost, there, not far into the distance, was a light. A blue light. Not only that, but there were also voices. Not the sounds and voices of the multitude of mindless animals and creatures she'd encountered here and there during her travels in this forest, but what sounded like people. Had fate smiled upon her dilemma in this place of madness? Through the thickness of the trees, the consequences of a regretful misstep at any moment, and the blinding darkness of the night, she changed her destination towards the direction of this mysteries light. She treaded, albeit, with caution however. For through her experiences, she had learned very well that not every voice, was one of good intention, and a good soul. Oftentimes, human beings could be more threatening than mindless animals.

Feyres eyes focused outside and she could make out the faint blue glow.

"So youre telling me, that were just gonna go and kill some people. Three to two? One of them being a sorcerer??" She asks still trying to make sense of the situation.

Feyre unsheathed the small knife from her boot, clenching it between her teeth. In her right hand, she clutched two small throwing knives, and in her left a dagger. She refocused her energy to spread the magic shields between her and Pocket, giving them both some sort of protection. She knew it wouldn't last long against magic ambush, but it would keep daggers and swords away. 

"Ready when you are" She grinned wildly, already bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.