The world was suddenly very busy.<br/><br/>Sara turns toward the sound of the approaching cleric, the heavy footfalls giving her approach away and hiding the more surefooted rogue's approach.  She does cover her surprise when he speaks, other than the most subtle of tension around her closed eyes, bowing her head to first one and then the other.  Their words were the way she measured them,words and the tone of their voices, one a priest another a player.  Probably a tough, a bravo, someone looking to prove something instead of someone who served for a cause.  He would be watched, though not literally.  Sellswords aren't known for their loyalty, after all.  When more advance from the south, the slim shadow of a woman is turning to face them as well, offering the same subdued greeting the other two received.<br/><br/>It was funny what one developed when one's eyesights failed them, not superior senses but certainly a different perspective.  Sara knew the smell of gunpowder and could make a fair assessment of the first's skill.  She would stand wisely away from any of her pyrotechnics.  The latter, and her companion, gave her pause.  She was a hunter of the dead, long charged with a holy crusade started by her family, and sensitive to the approach of the creatures beyond the grave.  Instinct guided her, and in this case, she cannot help the slow baring of teeth.  Like a She-Bitch wolf who caught scent of her prey.... though her prey was right in front of her.<br/><br/>"A few.  We should exchange names and identify what it is we do.  I do not doubt that you recruited a powerful troupe, but it is best that we have an idea of what our companions are capable of, neh?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>