Upon hearing a voice from the side, Ruavia slowly turned her armoured body and down to gaze at the new arrival. A halfing, quite short and upon a cat had rode on over from the distance, and the Knight wasn't too sure what to think about it as she gazed down at its flabbergasting, tiny frame. She was more of a quarterling than a halfling to the Alkhev, and perhaps an<span style="font-style: italic">eigthling</span>to one whom wasn't considered short by her own kind.<br/><br/>Luckily, no one would be able to see her slightly embarrassed expression from under the dragon-like mask, only golden glowing specks of light being able to be seen from the dark eye-holes.<br/><br/>“Greetings.” She repeated herself. “I do hope your journey here fared well.”<br/><br/>She then moved, tilting her head slightly as she changed her attention suddenly up to hear what the man now on the roof had to say to her, nodding a few times until she saw his shape tumble down and then harshly onto the floor with his two feet, the softened landing still contorting her features to the pain that he may or may not have felt on his legs.<br/><br/>“Eirik... An honour to meet you. I am guessing the Raven told you my name.” She commented lightly, her voice surprisingly soft and young despite the masculine appearance of her suit of armour. When the red-head appeared to speak to the second male, she turned her attention between them and noted the former newcomer's strange adornments.<br/><br/>White bright feathers, worthy of an accessory on her own peoples, but placed without any metal of any kind. Such clothing would be reserved for an Elder or Sorcerer of her kind, but even they wore armour on top of such fabrics, albeit lighter than her own. His size further impressed her and at the same time embarrassed herself, but she guessed that besides the blond-haired lad beside him, he was actually rather short for a human male.<br/><br/>Her gaze then set on said second man, looking down at him as well. Her eyes traced his skin paintings, believing it to be some sort of tribal and cultural makeups more than anything when compared next to his interesting outfit. The green was somewhat lively if not old to her, a wonderful colour her mother might use when crafting her own arts for a good paint-job on plating. It certainly did compliment greys and silvers nicely when similar tones were used as a trim, and a deeper and more orange brown could then be used for the leather under-suit and robing.<br/><br/>Her flowing horns then turned up and off to the corner upon the approach of what she guessed to be a Lulf from her teachings. The wolf-like appearance was amazing to behold, and she offered an unseen smile while she replied to her inquiry.<br/><br/>“I do believe we are all here for the same individual, and according to this Lord Eirik here, he is indeed present. An honour to meet you as well, I am Ruavia.”<br/><br/>Her attention stayed slightly spread apart at all the individuals gathered, cut between whomever might have something to say or suggest as well as piped up a ways off, in case any others were to join their squad of strangely mixed individuals. She held her posture up and tirelessly, her grip on her polearm of an axe casual and relaxed despite her noble and at the same time dreamlike posture, her appearance tending to add a layer of disbelief that was often carried in a statue of heroes in legends; Not at all something consciously performed, more likely taught and trained.<br/><br/>The Alkhev could not help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the collections of individuals so drastically different from herself. One might say she was suffering from a slight culture shock, the amount of information having to be taken in a bit much for the fresh and young century-old. A part of her now understood her parents many warnings of the outside world and the pilgrimage she had set herself on, but it was far too late to express her concerns to then now. When faced with that which was unknown, it was best to try and understand, lest the fear take over and drive you away from your objective.<br/><br/>Ruavia would do her best to make these new squad mates her friends, for that was what was expected of her, and was a little something piece of homely tradition she could take with her anywhere.