A rather loud clunking sound could be heard from a fair distance away, down the cobbled streets, growing louder as a figure approached the abandoned church. The sound was of heavy plate boots falling on the ground with each step, the thumping loud and semi-rhythmic, like a beating heart. The figure's armor could be seen before his face, the mithral plate catching and reflecting rays of moonlight. He approached from the direction of the nearest city limits, and came into full view soon enough. Unlike the others, he was unaware of both the poster and the gathering, only chancing to stumble upon the group. Now that he was closer, he could be seen much more easily. He was wearing a suit of mithral full plate, sans helmet, trimmed in multiple areas with a golden metal. His sword was sheathed on his back, behind his also-mithral shield. Black hair, messy, draped to the sides and back of his head, from which amber eyes peered out at the group. Unlike the rest of the party, his armor did not show off any curves, not that he had any to show off. As he watched the group, he crouched down into a comfortable position, arms on his knees.<br/><br/>Maren watched the group carefully, not sure what was going on. The city was unfamiliar to him, hostile; it didn't want him, and he wanted no part of it. Unfortunately, he had to come here for a certain ingredient that couldn't be found in the forests, but that seemed to all be conveniently behind him as soon as the wild elf encountered the group. He eyed them warily- several elves among them, "lesser" elves in his eyes. He had witnessed first-hand how the other elves treated his people, and he wasn't keen on experiencing the same treatment, especially at the hands of inferior races. It would be a bit humorous to be inside his head, actually- the giant barbarian women didn't bother him nearly as much as the smaller, less-imposing elves. Of course, there was one figure that instantly drew his attention... The one that was completely cloaked. Something was definitely amiss with her, and while he had a feeling of what it was, he didn't want to seem like a threat. Not at the moment at least.<br/><br/>For now, Maren was content to sit there, crouched, listening to the conversation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>