Artanis merely cocked his head to the side quizically as the surprisingly taller human, Mycah, attempted to sneak forward undetected. He stopped reaching for an oil flask and his flint and steel and instead chose to grasp Solahel's hilt, ready to draw on a moment's notice.

If he finds any trouble it will be behind the corner. A bow would do little good there and I must finish anyone who attempts to ambush our brave, if unlucky, marksman.

He decided not to push his luck at moving silently in his plate mail and then remembered the others who had most likely not been trained for stealth.
He immediately let go of Solahel and held up one hand to the others behind him, as the only person who had gone ahead had been Mycah, to tell them to stop and the other with a finger near his lips to tell them to be quiet.