Floriad’s eyes narrowed as she regarded the Epona. Her corneas were already so big, that when she squinted, her eyes appeared almost entirely dark. She stopped leaning on Silas, and folded her arms, adjusting the straps on them. “You talk funny,” Floriad blurted out, and was shoved by Silas.<br/><br/>Vival slinked over to Floriad and Silas, and dipped his neck so that he was under Silas’ arm. The Dokkalfr raked a hand over the smooth scales on the cave drake’s head, and he leaned into his touch. Silas decided that it was his turn to do the talking, so he spoke up and introduced themselves again. “I’m Silas, this is Floriad. And I assume we did kill the lot of them, not without assistance.” He cocked his head towards Tarkus.“If we’d been without your, uh…” he paused, wondering exactly what Brom was. “Pet here, we would’ve been caught off guard. For that, thank you.”<br/><br/>“You know, I wouldn’t be so aloof about trolls. It was no picnic dealing with these things,” Floriad said, a touch of concern in her voice. “I mean, look at Silas’ mace. It’s disgusting.” She gestured towards the weapon that the Dokkalfr was dragging through the dirt in an attempt to get some of the troll chunks off of it. “But, um. What brings you here, Kaya? Can’t be tourism.”<br/><br/>Silas turned and regarded Floriad, and then the Epona. He had never seen one before in his short life, so he was a little bit intrigued, and the way Floriad spoke so sourly at her frustrated him. “I’m sure they all have the same questions for us.” He tried to soothe her, but while Floriad was normally bubbly, she let her paranoia get the better of her when she wasn’t in the heat of battle. “Let’s all have a little chat, shall we?”