John
*As they walked Arnvald would keep a hand on Blinder's lead, the other on his bow, which was now drawn and resting in his right hand. He knew Greenheart wasn't always the most friendly of places, as he had seen recently. Keeping his eyes open as they walked, he'd glance looks back at the two who had now joined his party. Aside from the fact the wolf was named Trapper, he didn't know anything about the two. It was normal for Arnvald to find himself in a mess, but he was ready to start clearing the fog. As they continued forward he would keep his head on a swivel, starting a conversation though.*

"Name's Arnvald by the way."
Patricia
"Richard, although I have many names around these parts." *He said, staying near the back and near his dog.* "Thank you very much. Has you not shown up, Trapper here would've been a goner." *He spoke with a noticable hint of worry, and even though he kept a good lookout for more bandits, he kept having his attention drawn back to Trapper.*
John
"I'm just glad I happened to show up in time Richard." 

*The Ragner would take note of Richard's worry, it being more noticable than he'd think. The reasons justified his worry though, for the death of a companion on the horizon would set him on edge just as much. As they continued down the trail he'd choose to add more onto their fire of conversation.*
 "If you don't mind my asking Richard, where are you from?"