The deal having just been struck as a man approaches them, sword in hand. At least he smelled male, his outer appearance made it difficult for Kala to be sure; even the name could be either male or female. Given that Koralheim was now hers to protect, Kala made it a point to get to her feet, stepping between Ko and the stranger. With a spare bit of cloth she wipes her hand clean of the paste, giving her a moment to regard the human a bit longer.<br/><br/>â€œYou are out pretty far from where your kind usually travels....â€ she states for the moment not really paying any mind to what he said initially as she was still not yet sure of what to think of the human.<br/><br/>Tossing the cloth down with the rest of her gear her hands rest lightly on the hilts of her blades, â€œWell, he is tougher then the average merman. So I am sure his body will be fine with what I gave himâ€ she states simply before glancing over her shoulder at the dead mechanical wurm then back to him she smirks. â€œThere was no luck involved in that kill. It was through skill and fate that I brought that beast down. It was meant to die by my hand and so it didâ€, stating simply as her eyes steadily study him. â€œI have little in exchange for a horse, except part of a kill that I have made. You are welcome to join us for the meal, though I would feel better if you put your weapon up or at least down somewhere since I notice that you do not have a sheath for it. Peculiar...â€ she says squinting and wrinkling her nose at him as if his oddness was offensive.<br/><br/>â€œCome and sitâ€ she states before turning back to Ko, making sure his bandage was holding in place. Once that was done she would sit at the fire across from Pete, her arms resting on her knees, allowing her hands to dangle nonchalantly between her legs.