Xarithe walks alongside Albali the entire trip, though he was certain he could lead them to the bridge from memory of the map alone, and his general knack for direction. He was more then content to follow her lead. It brought back memories after all, memories of a simpler time, a happy time, his time with the naga. He would not dwell on these memories of course as while he walks, despite not seeming to focus too hard on where his footing fell, he was not hindered in the slightest by the undergrowth. Why where anyone to glance at him, they might wonder if the forest itself was shifting and moving beneath his feet to allow him such freedom of movement.<br/><br/>She led them skillfully after all, for the two of them, despite taking a much more difficult path, would arrive second on to the aforementioned bridge. Once there Albali stops before him, turning as and looking at him as if she may have something to say. Xarithe simply returns the look, seeing a smile spread across her lips as he does the same. His head cocked only slightly as if to ask 'what' though he would not ruin the moment with spoken word. The sudden nip from the bird would draw him back to reality as time had seemed to stand still for but a moment.<br/><br/>Once Albali moves to find a suitable position to sit, he would do the same. Choosing to prop himself up against the supports of the bridge itself, leaning his back against, while one leg raises to rest a foot back upon it. His hands rummage through his pockets as he produces a slender white stick of sorts. Placing it between his lips he leans down to shield it within his hands. A spark goes off and a single hand falls back into place. An ember left to lightly glow upon it's very tip as Xarithe takes a slow drag, pulling the smoke in, to lightly exhale it a moment later.<br/><br/>The druid listens to Albali's question, and her own declaration of offering healing in the upcoming battle. "Healing, a very useful thing to offer indeed." smoke playing off his lips as he speaks. "I myself can fall into nearly any battle field role. Healing is something I too am familiar with, be it mundane or otherwise." he exclaims "I shall adjust my role accordingly, though I feel that my place in this battle, shall likely be at the forefront, face to face with the enemy where my scales may deflect the blows of our enemies, and where I may truly bring my fangs to bare." he exclaims reaching a hand down to caress along the bag which contained Sira. the snake producing itself a moment later to slithering out once more. Making her way to the ground and the waters edge where she begins to drink. "Between Sira and myself, our enemies will be hard pressed to escape our coils, and the crushing embrace that is soon to follow."<br/><br/>Xarithe waits for the others to arrive, nodding to each in turn as they make their way to the meeting destination. "I have few questions to ask at this point in time....most can wait...though if you all might tell me your names? I would enjoy to know with whom it is I shall fight alongside and protect on this day. Lest I make up something suitable to refer to you by." he simply states once all where in attendance, snuffing out the ember on his cigarette as he seems prepared to leave at a moments notice.