Mitch watched Kalista for a moment and he considered his words carefully, “I got the blanket for you as such a fabulous healer and it’s waterproof so that when people bleed on it, it will clean.  The other advantage is that the weather is horrible and it will keep you dry .. a lot more so than the cloak.”  Mitch lowered down his kettle and he turned around to look for some grass to clean it out when he saw Arthur heading in their general direction, Mitch had thought he had noticed him talking to that elf and dwarf when he was getting the food.  A thief probably, and Mitch would be ready … after all a good bandit such as himself would take advantage of the situation with two young travelers.<br/><br/>Moving back to where he was sitting, Mitch slipped his hands down to his bow, ready to draw it if the need arose.  Eyes focused on the approaching blonde man whom if Mitch considered looked more like a holy man than he did a fighter, wire framed and looking like a gust of wind would blow him over.  The blonde goatee was soon noticed and Mitch turned his head a fraction to the side and he answered Kalista, “We’ll find you a village where your grandfather is not, and that will be not here so that means I will have accomplished what I need to do; which is get out of this place.”<br/><br/>To Arthur’s site Mitch would radiate silver with the faint speckles of powder that would be wedged into the silver itself, if there was more ‘flour’ would be very difficult to tell as the bandit’s silver would obscure it.  However, his powder would be nothing compared to the radiance that was Kalista.<br/><br/>“You do?  Oh that would be wonderful.  I have a large knife but it’s too big to shave with but a scalpel would be perfect.  I’ll get it from you in a moment or two.”  When Arthur came closer he saw the man’s lips move and he tried to read them but he couldn’t make out what the man was saying … probably spell casting.  Moving just a little to make sure the bow was ready he told Kalista, “Breathe, Kalista, he’s just a stranger … he doesn’t look like he’s a bandit let’s be friendly.  Be ready to hide behind me if he gets … frisky.”<br/><br/>When Arthur would be in ear shot, Mitch called, “Howdy stranger, please do come and join our fire.  The weather is most foul, but the warmth is free and good conversation is something a fellow such as I crave.  Kalista over here can speak for herself, but she is a wondering healer.”<br/><br/>A healer.  No one would mess with a healer right?  That was what Mitch hoped, for a healer was universally welcome and he hoped Arthur would associate him with her and not look too closely at him.  A healer was one of the true gifts of the universe, one that ended suffering.    His suffering in particular, he would use the strange girl to get around the many challenges he would doubtless face in leaving his ancestral home.