Egfor cleaned off his sword on his cloak which was now spattered in black blood. He sheathed the sword in one movement, sighing along with the hiss of steel. He looked around at the aftermath, his eyes hesitating as they catch something white.
He steps forward and pulls a white fletched arrow from an orcs body. He lifts it up and looks it over with a small frown. Everyone's arrows who were present were fletched in grey, black, brown, green or brown. No one had white fletchings. He had never seen an arrow like this from anyone he knew. Not only that, the arrow came from entirely the wrong direction.
Egfor calls into the woods, "Who goes there? You are clearly a foe of my foe. Show yourself!" He was met be a deafening silence. He felt uneasy, taking the arrow with him towards where Dem was waiting with their horse's to go to the estate. He'd deal with the mysterious archer later.