With his uneasy feeling not subsiding, Berin looks around nervously.

I am sorry friends, but I can not wait here any longer. We are standing out in the open, and who knows how many others there may be.

With that, his eyes open up a little, and he whispers, "They would know".

Storming over to the soldier, Berin demands, "How many more of you are there? And where is your camp?", and for good measure, Berin removes his hand axe from its strap, in an effort to get the right answer, the first time.