"What was that, Fyroh?" Olhal asked, hearing a grunt of some kind from Fyroh.
"Nuthin'. You still got that map?" Fyroh replied.
Olhal paused. "Didn't I- oh, wait, it's here." He pulled a quickly scribbled map, done in a hurry, from inside his coat. "Uhh... it should be... Oh!!" He pointed at the bridge; but quickly closed his mouth, seeing another figure there.
Fyroh noticed the figure too, and cursed under his breath. "Thats the trouble, we don't know if he's a friend, enemy, or if he's going to hug me on sight and shoot you."
Olhal smirked. "If I'm with you, and neither of us are struggling, then we're obviously together out of free will, and therefore they shouldn't immediately attack me. If they do, they have no honour, and aren't going to do very well in the war if they keep shooting their allies." With that, they both approached the bridge.