You two divide up watches. She takes the first and you take the second. Since you both have darkvision, she advises against a fire. The night goes uneventfully.
You head down the smaller path. It easily accommodates one rider at a time, but you aren't riding side-by-side. Around mid-afternoon, an elven man dressed in browns and greens steps out of the brush, onto the path in front of you. He's about five-and-a-half feet tall. He doesn't appear to be armored, but he has a short bow, shortsword, an a few daggers. His black hair is pulled back into a short pony tail.
He addresses you two, seemingly noticing Sosha's tabard: "Good day! Are you two hear on official business from Bjorin?"