Cathy
"So! Pardon my inability to make loud noises, but I suspect you all are tired and weary from the travel. Please, follow me inside... I can only carry so many logs, would a strong person like to assist me"

She asked, weakly bending down to pick up the logs and walking stick as she... Slowly makes her way back go the house. She walked slowly... Most likely because of her age... And well... Becaus of how shaky she was! 

Inside the house was a... Massive blast of warm air, the inside being warmed up by a nice fire! There was a table already set up for 3 people, having already prepared a meal. It was... Some left over pig stew! Well... Rather, hog stew. She didn't have a farm. 

Seems like this was going to be a good moment for them to talk and learn about what they are just about to do!

"Ah yes... Warmth"
Ramon
*Yakaiyo would sling her bow over her shoulder, and be able to pick up... One log. It looks like she's struggling to carry it, and shivering while doing so. As she entered the house, she sighed in relief as warm air flowed over her, relieving her of the bitter cold. She smelled food, good food. Emiko's cheese was good, but there was only so much you could take.*
"Th-thank you."
Carla
*Having put his spear up against the wall of the house Aria sighed as he placed down a bundle of wood and saw the food. Or made an approximation of a sigh, more of an irritated buzzing vibration. He continued to make several more buzzes of different tones, which you could gather was him talking to himself in his native language.*

"I sorry. I look ... Weird to most"

*Taking off his helmet and pulling his semi-translucent green head would allow the light behind him to be seen through him. His face seemed to lack any features other than a ridge down the middle that bulged out slightly in the imitation of a nose.*

"I ... Don't ....Eat like you either"

*He said while pointing at his lack of a mouth and standing up. He seemed to be struggling with his words more than usual, seemingly very anxious about their reaction. You would also be able to see his whole head vibrate as he spoke now explaining his almost sourceless voice.*
Ann
The cautious child remained behind the trunk barely peaking out his dull greys upon his supposed companions glancing over their collective features. Fithoras' eyes wandered toward the woman whose head had a fine sheet of black hair upon her scalp pinning his pupiless iris's into hers, there was something which wrapped around his heart vines pressing down into its' soft flesh there was something she hid from them. A sense of sorrow beneath that false mask she plastered across her features, for such a sensitive boy it was enough for his paranoid feelings to begin and lean away. Fithora disliked seeing another suffer and wished for nothing more than to bring a light into their life as he once did for his own mother, but here he would hesitate fearful they may yet discover what he was beath clothing which he hid beneath just like the booming shrouded stranger whose features he couldn't quite catch a glimpse of.

As though a fickle feline Fithora hesitated at first coming from where he once hid, it encouraged him to move forward since it felt as though they weren't staring at him nor did it seem anyone quite questioned what features were upon display. That was right he had covered most of his rather appalling wounds beneath these wraps following the wisdom of an azure wolf he had met. His head would bounce toward their elder whom fished him from his own thoughts, he would press a lump down his throat attempting to speak clearer than the rest. "Art you certain if thine lifts ever too much you may snap like thee brittlest twig Granny... Surely the thralls we hath enlisted toward our venture shall naught simply graze like thee sheep. We shall earn thine boon by naught wasting a single leaf of Gaias' blessed o-oaks..." He practically threw in his other companions aid without so much asking them for

Their approval, he knew he wasn't very strong even his mother begun at one point to insist he wouldn't strain himself, but he was ripe and filled with energy the boy would lift Grannys cane stumbling from where he once hid. Till he reach the lumber pile hefting one of the logs with the cane in tow, lifting the thing nearly caused him to topple over for which he grasped was a rather thick hunk of lumber. Except once it was within his little nubby fingers he couldn't help but notice it felt lighter than he recounted, yet it still hurt his back and was practically the size of his chest.

Fithora stumbled along one foot after the other he would follow them into the hovel, teetering upon the edge of falling over once he finally entered his eyes would catch something that surprised him. The log would thud against the wooden floor as he let out a gasp, witnessing the curiously green features set before him it was no orc that was certain something else entirely. It reminded him of a tired old fable he could recall one of the few they could afford, his voice would pipe up with enthusiasm rather than outright fear. "By thee forests! Thine face tis absent yet you still sing the voice of the living... T-tis like the fables of green puddles twitch ooze and devour all that dare to wander into the oozing bodies!" He exaggerated by throwing out his hands going a little too far by wandering right up toward him trying to get a closer look upon the curious creature, at least he wouldn't have to fear being different from the rest here any longer.
Cathy
The woman was getting far too old for this. She smiled as the boy exclaimed at just about everything small. Such a ball of energy! Who could hate someone like this? Not her, she was quite happy to have people like this in her group.

But she sat down on a chair, inviting the group to the table. Even if they couldn't eat, it was still a good feeling to have a sit with an elder. Yes? 

"That is fine, then there'll be plenty more food for someone else! But please, you three, join me. We can further discuss what we are going to do... And what the situation looks like there"

Honestly... The woman didn't understand what the boy was saying, but she gave him a nod. 'seems innocent enough,' she thought. Now we can properly progress forward to the quest!
Ramon
*Setting down the log, Yakaiyo would quickly walk to the table, and immediately start to eat if there was food in front of her. It's obvious that she's hungry, the smell of the stew tempting her. She smiles when talking, though if one paid attention, could see it was strained.*

"Thank you for the hospitality. What would you like us to do?"
Carla
*Walking towards the table Aria seemed to be relieved about the relatively small reaction to his looks. Sitting at the table he would take off his gloves off revealing hands similarly smooth and featureless as his face.*

"I eat still. Just ... People don't like it" 

*His hands also would vibrate as he spoke. He looked a little nervously at the boy as he yelled and approached as he still struggled to translate his words or read the emotions of non slime people*
Ann
If Aria defined small as their grey glowing eyed companion literally shouting, he was filled with curious wonder toward what form of being the green faced glob was so much so he had dropped his lumber against the wooden floor. Though Fithoras' eyes were filled with wonder and a smidge of concern over his appearance it seemed the male didn't mind it in the slightest, being a creature that wasn't quite human himself the lad was hesitant to show others scorn even still he didn't think all too far ahead simply spouting out what was upon his mind. 

He would stagger aback from their blank faced compatriot, jumping a little toward the extreme with what droned from its' body. "M-mayhaps I should naught romp ever too near, lest mine toes tumble into thee tepid green marsh t'would that mean that b-by people naught caring for it you consume them?" Fithora was a smidge too enamored by what the gelatinous creature was he even sounded a smidge worried it may very well consume them there and then, he simply hadn't thought about even approaching the tantalizing stench of the stew awaiting him upon the wooden table staying a considerable distance away from their curious companion. The curious tree scented youths' eyes refused to wander from Arias' from wondering more so toward himself if people were truly absorbed by the creatures body or one would bounce off of its form. He muttered toward himself "Perchance I shant skip near thee... F-for as rotten as it ever is mine feet hath been sapped of any sort of grace." 

So wrapped up within his own speculation the boy didn't seem to hear granny instead Fithora would jump toward where he dropped the log hefting it back up into his arms, intent upon placing it somewhere someone wouldn't simply
Cathy
"Ah... Such good people have blessed me today. Well..."

She said, sitting down, motioning the group to eat/sit! She wanted them to be fed the best she could. They were, of course, going to get hungry in the future! She produced a few sheets of paper, all of them detailing all the enemies she remembered seeing... All of them were just simply bandits.

"Nevermind! So... You are all here to help me relive my golden years right? We'll be going into a dungeon nearby... I am too fragile to fight, but I will follow behind... I can lead you all to the dungeon, but it should be pretty easy to spot!"

She said, handing one paper to the group. The torches would come later!

"It's very dark so please talk to me if you need a torch"
Ramon
*By the time the woman is finished talking, she's finished half her meal. She's very hungry, as she's constantly been on the run.*

"Ah... I'm not a frontline fighter either. I can heal, though, and provide support! I probably won't be able to wield a torch with my weapon, unfortunately..."

*It's obvious now that she's pretending to be happy, but Yakaiyo still attempts to keep the facade up. She can't have everyone feel sorry for her, it's not their responsibility.*
Carla
*It was a small reaction to Aria considering the more violent reactions to his appearance he has experienced. After a pause, struggling with translating the boy's fast and strange speech*

"Do I ... Eat people?"

*He seemed rather offended? Hard to read someone without a face*

"I don't ... Do such ... Unpleasant things"

*He sat down at the table, seemingly caught between the obligation he felt to eat and his timidness of showing the others how he did it.*
Ann
Throughout Fithoras' sordid venture he had long since departed from the land he once called his homeland, seeking out a path in which he could one day grasp upon a fortune to aid his mother. It was a selfless goal one which brought the little fool out toward this elders hovel claiming he came at the behest of his goddess, toward him the mysterious note had slipped into his pocket whilst napping out in the woodland by her supposed hand. Now this boy wasn't the sharpest knife in the kitchen he took many things for granted seeing things a smidge too black and white instead of entirely grey, it was a portion of his innocence still held together despite his perilous journey. It was entirely the reason he couldn't quite sit still he was filled with anxious energy still feeling in the pit of his stomach something may turn foul here despite his companions awfully dreary attitudes... The boy paused placing the log near the timber pile proceeding to simply pace about the room walking around in a semi circle they could easily tell this ragamuffin was rather uncomfortable.

He didn't appear all that hungry despite his skinny frame actually Fithora could recount during his final years within his homestead he found the ailment of hunger beginning to lessen, as though his body simply yearned for the kiss of death. The boy would clap his hands together anouncing "T'was naught plain? Thee letter which Gaia hath

Bestowed upon us... Though naught entirely like thee earthen mother to gift us notes of her direct will we hath come gladiators here to plunder thee deepest depths!" The thought of actually exploring excited the boy he hadn't actually ever lived through such expeditions before he was about to practically rant as he kept walking in circles. "Though we may naught be thee thickest nor the hardiest of vines we shall prevail against any denizens t'witch scuttle and curry upon the murky grey walls, lest it be thee lady of stone or a creature which doth carry far more heads than one should ever know." Ceasing his movement for just a moment the boy hopped in place a little his eyes sparkling with childlike joy exclaiming. "Fore to plunder through thee deepest chasms tis knowing thee blessings of all which she hath to offer in her splendor, o' I simply cannot wait any longer... Why must we tarry over dreary dreary ol' supper let us go! Now tis naught the time to be drooping wet ol' leaves!" With that the boy filled with excitement bounded toward the doorway, he came off a bit insensitive neglecting to address the poor man he had hurt with his earlier questions it seemed this boy was just a touch too excited upon the promise of adventure and simply couldn't wait any longer.
Cathy
"Ah yes. But please, wait for your friends. And do take some torches. You will need it. Doubt the dungeon would be lit up! It's older than me!"

She said, bending over to grab... A few crude torches. 3 for the group. They were just rounded pieces if wood with a metal top to hold a fuel. The fuel? Was a rag soaked in boiled pigs fat. Good fuel... Very good to last for a long time! 

Anyways, they were free to go and we may now start the combat part. They can stay here for a bit and finish the food, but Grandma's part is over!
Ramon
"Oh... How am I supposed to carry a torch *And* A bow?"

*She's done with her meal now, picking up the piece of paper. Bandits. They didn't seem -too- skilled, as she was currently being hunted down by elves for practicing dark magics. Fucking elves.*

"I suppose I could always set it down later."

*Yakaiyo picks up the torch, as one would a sword. She spins it around, testing it. It seems like she's proficient in it.*