She could almost appear to be asleep when the first two arrived.  Just standing there, unmoving and propped up by her staff, head covered by the hood of her cloak.  Her eyes would dart left and right, hearing the sounds of a large… something deep in the woods.  But, given the sounds, it seemed to be far off and thus none of her concern.  So she’d have stood there, simply waiting for the others to arrive.<br/><br/>And when Xarithe and the black robed woman with the raven showed up, she would finally move.  Straightening, she’d roll her shoulders and stretch her neck out to either side, loosening her muscles as she watched the two, her stance more relaxed than it was a minute ago.  Now that she wasn’t alone, she didn’t feel the need to stand guard in case of unwelcome company.  If such company presented itself now, she wouldn’t be facing it alone.  Though she adopted the pose of leaning on her staff once more, her pose was a little more relaxed than it had been before the two arrived.<br/><br/>Her eyes would fix on the woman as she spoke, addressing the fact that Turilia had arrived early.  She would only nod before listening to the woman start explaining her healing abilities.  Then Xarithe would be speaking of his abilities, in that strange way that spoke of an… unnatural fascination with snakes.  Speaking of snake, it would be quite the sight seeing the snake Sira slipping out of the bag to move to the water and drink.<br/><br/>The woman would remain quiet for a small moment, watching as others arrived: The bull, the fairy.  This left the strange blonde that irked her.  And, nope! There she was!  Playing with some little wooden toy.  Turilia hoped it was to be a focus for magic, and the blond woman wasn’t just playing around.<br/><br/>At any rate, all six of them had arrived as planned, and Turilia would speak again, answering the questions that had been asked, “If you must call me anything, you may call me Turilia.”  It was, of course, not her birth name, but she’d left that years ago.  Adopting the name Turilia, which meant Scorn in the Abyssal tongue, had been a personal choice of hers, but the others didn’t need to know about that.  “As for what role I would play in this battle? I have no healing to offer, but I am skilled in fighting from afar,” one hand slips down to move her cloak, showing her crossbow to them before moving back to slide over the wooden staff, “And I am skilled fighting up close.  So, I shall fight as needed, at the forefront, or from afar.”