Meridith shivered as she saw the Orc appear, her hand again on her knife. "Believe it or not, I can handle combat just fine. I'm just used to a warm bed afterwards." Her instincts to protect put her in between the elf and the arrow, despite the knowledge said elf could defend herself. A bright force field appeared around her and the elf as she whispered a word. "Now, the way I see it," Meridith said calmly and slowly, "she hasn't done anything to you. I, of course, could be wrong. But, in the mean time, I'm getting hungry. You, sir, are scary, but," She glanced at the wolf at his side. "I've never known an animal to like a truly evil person. If you and the elf promise not to fight, I'd like both of your companies tonight." She looked nervously around for more people to appear. "I'm not used to being on my own in the woods at night. And I'd like someone to watch my back."