One man did rise and approach her. He was of average height and build but his full mail armor was immaculate and gleamed in the early morning light, strapped across his back was a shining shield that looked as if its heraldry had been burned away,  jutting out from above the shield was the hilt of a sword. His full helm was likely the most striking part of him before he removed it, it was shaped to look like a dragon in its final death throes. When the helmet was removed he revealed a face that may have once been handsome but was now marred by a grotesque scar. It looked as if at one point the entire left side of his face had been smashed in, clearly he had been healed as best anyone could do but he still lost his eye and had a vicious scar. His other remaining eye was.a bright piercing blue, his hair a very short cut dark brown, he couldn't have been older than twenty-five winters. "Mind if I join you?  I  could use a bite to eat, name's Moreth<br/>" Rumor around the camp had it that Moreth used tk be a knight in charge of a large army but his homeland was sacked by  a massive tribe of ogre.