Since the others seemed willing to let others into the group, Larteis pulled up a chair and sat down. Avis noticed him out of the corner of her eye and, after she was done with the bread and butter dish on the table, shoved it his way. After a moment's hesitation, he spread a thin layer of butter on a slice for himself and gave Bellant a slice. The drake chewed and swallowed it, although he hoped they would have a more substantial breakfast than a slice of bread.<br/><br/>However, Magnus' speech had a sobering effect on the table. It was sometimes easy to forget why the group was together, but for better or for worse, that strange event in Magnus' shop had brought them all together. Avis wrinkled her nose, wondering what would happen next. "Well," she said, "Marveila's a good as place to go as any." She took another bite of bread, chewing contentedly. Truthfully, she was a little uncertain about what would happen next on their journey, and whether going to Marveila was actually a good idea or not. But she supposed they didn't know until they tried.<br/><br/>Larteis fidgeted anxiously with his cuffs as Magnus talked. He was hardly familiar with Marveila, but the idea of going to where more people who were totally prepared to kill him were made him more than a little nervous. Still, he owed it to his sister to see this to the end- these people had taken or killed her, and if he just looked the other way he would be even more of a coward than he already was. He was already running away from his duties as an Ilutent. He couldn't also let his sister's killers something he ran away from as well.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Vasma took in the rather odd pair- a Sidhe girl and a talk Dokkalfr. Of course, she and Tarkus were a strange sight as well, so she couldn't really comment. She began to introduce herself, but was stopped when Floriad noticed the newcomer. Vasma turned to see what the fuss was about, but like Silas readied her staff at the distinctive sound of clinking armor.<br/><br/>However, into view came a four legged Epona trotting towards them. Her armor made her seem hostile, but   she wasn't brandishing weapons. She could just be taking precautions. Still, Vasma did not let her guard down. "My, this is a popular spot in the forest," she said, eying the Epona. "Hello, there," she called out. "There were some trolls here a few minutes ago, I'd be careful in these woods if I were you." She supposed the dead trolls strewn around the clearing made this rather obvious, but she said it anyway before the newcomer could assume something else had taken place.