The group was coming together from to many different directions for anyone to be associated so that ruled out the bandit theory. Then these two loud ones showed up. The man, a noble obviously, to clean and fancy to be anything less. Even a veteran mercenary living fat off his savings looked dirtier around the edges. The woman, looked like he picked her up out of the gutter or a tent village. All the others here kept to themselves so far not really giving away any clues.<br/><br/>The rattle of armor made everyone turn to gaze at the newcomer. Stumbling and staggering like the only thing holding her up was her armor, just needed one joint to shift and she'd collapse. Oh hell she did just collapse!<br/><br/>Dropping pickaxe and staff to the ground Durien runs over sliding in on the dew covered grasses catching her just before she buried her face in the dirt.<strong>Someone bring some water!!! And a blanket!!! There's a small mining town on the other side of the grove there but we need to stabilize her first.</strong>Durien stops and looks up at everyone,<strong>Well, move!!</strong>