Ruavia was surprised when a booming greeting was heard around her, slowing turning with the scrape of her metal plates against each other to be meet almost eye-to-eye with a large, dark-skinned human male. Her lips parted under her helmet in astonishment, for not many outside her own race were as tall as an Alkhev; Even one as short as her. She bowed her head in greetings before they were called inside the barn, and the looming, androgynous-appearing - save for her voice - Knight made her way inside.<br/><br/>Standing there as the Tiberian woman spoke, her eyes scanned the group of individuals that had gathered all about her. Thoughts of how far she had come since leaving home crowded her mind, though from an outside appearance she was simply a still, statue-like set of armor holding up the large polearm of a battleaxe idly, not bothering to take a seat for two reasons, the first being that she had not yet introduced herself, and the second being that she was afraid of breaking the chair. She had accidentally done that to a few seats a few days prior.<br/><br/>Ruavia then heard a horrendously familiar sound - The sound of heavy metal stepping along the ground, and her head slowly turned as her eyes widened in astonishment. A member of her kin was approaching from the doorway, and she felt her throat tighten with a bit of anxiety. His robes told all the information she needed to know about how to interact with him, for they were of an Elder of her kind. Elders were to be respected by all the younger generations, for with the insurmountable age of her species came authority and power. It was they who had set up their society millennium ago that she may be born to a strong line, and it was they who decided when one of them were to be created. Ruavia dropped her head and then her torso, a gauntlet-ed hand being brought to her hard breastplate as she gave her greetings to Valyn, staying there for a good five seconds before she straightened out and turned to listen to their introductions. She tried to hide the fact that compared to him, she was actually quite short - An entire foot smaller than he and then some, which only reminded her mentally of the fact she was a shrimp of her race.<br/><br/>When the changling entered the premises, and announced its own name, she once again turned the Dragon-like face of her helm to give a good look at it. Changlings were an interesting species, having heard of them a few times from her Elders when they took their time to teach her of the people of this world. She herself had never seen one in the flesh, and so it was a good learning experience that she take a good look at it. A glance was given to Ashmedai as well, though she now found it was her turn to make herself known to the crowd.<br/><br/>"I am Ruavia, of Rorix and Heldris." She explained, adding in her parent's names for sake of tradition when in the presence of an Elder. It was important that she let her comrades know from what line she was descendant of, even if the names were totally unfamiliar to her. She was just a pilgrim youngling after all, and had no independence yet outside of her large family tree; Her parents were her identity. Valyn would most likely recognize the folk she spoke of, seeing as living for such a long time meant that there was plenty of moments to memorize names and the duties, events and history of certain individuals in their cities - That is, if he was of the same city as she.<br/><br/>"I was given the role of Wardent as well, however with specific instruction to focus on the support of my squad should violence occur." With that she would give a nod and fall silent, waiting for the next person to introduce themselves. It only made sense that she would have a more bodyguard role among her team, seeing as she was, next to Valyn, appearing to be capable of sustaining the most physical damage safely. She would most likely be getting into their enemies' personal bubbles much more than anyone else, should any battles start on their rounds.