Namyria followed the demon quietly. Every so often she would glance at the wolfman and this half-golem carrying a bird girl. Variation was obviously no problem here with this group. The fur on her tail bristled and rose to a dominating position as she eyed the delinquents they passed. "Yes,<em>Mother Russia</em>," she spat, "the best place in the world for an orphan girl to work hard labor." It was obvious that the hell-hound had bitter thoughts about her home land. Then, when the golem spoke, she looked from him to Valoren and back, wondering what he would say. Namyria still didn't really know why in the world she had agreed to follow this lot; although, after seeing the battle before, she was beginning to think that staying with a group like this might serve to her advantage.<br/><br/>"I have clothes that will fit you, stone-man," she muttered and held up her bag after slinging it from her shoulder. She had always found it convenient to carry more than one outfit for other genders as well. You never know what might be needed. She held the bag out to him and held her arms out in a carrying gesture. "I can hold the girl while you change, if you need." Her voice was colder, distant, but she offered him help simply to avoid a setback. She wanted some answers from Valoren and she knew she wouldn't get them until they settled down where he was leading them.