<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/71/5d/d0715d70dc050bb83a1f49eef6b8323f.jpg)</div>The tree spirit, having moved slowly towards the group begins to hunker down, a rather steady process of it's own. As he does so, he nods with seriousness at Diabelle, "Indeed, they have been climbing even since before you woke up. Thy rest was longer than others in this world, it seems." His brow furrows briefly and his head tilts to the side, "A name I have not had in some time. It was unnecessary. But in other ways, I will act as guide. I will keep your fire burning and uphold protections. So long as you are inside here, I have no doubt you will be safe." He gives a warm smile, but by this time the voices of the survivors have sped on far faster than his mind can keep up with. Instead, he nods thoughtfully, watching Ming rush out and call out to the highwaymen.<br/><br/>"I would... Hesitate to invite... lest..." he murmers to himself, but further speech is mostly drowned out and he trails off watching the fire thoughtfully.<br/><br/>When Ming calls out to them, one of the elves suddenly turns towards the shielded plateau. His eyes narrow as he looks consideringly and then notches his bow. As the rest of his party pulls themselves up onto the plateau edge, he seems to get into a brief conversation with the dragonborn. They talk back and forth for a moment, seemingly conferring on their plan.  With their party at the top of the plateau, it's easier for the survivors to see a bit more about them. The leader of the group appears to be the dwarf, as even during the conversation between dragonborn and elf they keep on glancing to him. He is dressed like a soldier, possibly a guard, his armor quite a bit heavier than his compatriots. His hair is dark and knotted, but his massive hammer looks to be well taken care of.<br/><br/>The two elves seem related, with similar features and shocks of grey hair. Each of them are dressed in dark leathers, one of them has bandolier after bandolier of knives while the other has a heavy longbow at his side. While his brother talks with the dragonborn, the other elf stares directly at the plateau with the survivors, clearly seeing nothing of note. The dragonborn is a broad-chested sort with black scales and furred armor. He continues to sniff at the sky, little burps of smoke erupting from his mouth occasionally.<br/><br/>The orc and the human seem much less interested in this entire affair. The orc is dressed in pretty traditionally bandit clothing, leathers, a bandana around his neck to cover his face, and wields a couple of heavy clubs on each side. The human is barechested in a ripped cloth of animal hide and only a curly haired chest of hair covering anything else of him. He holds in one hand an absolutely ridiculously sized stone carved axe, which he drops when the group settles in to discuss. After a bit of playful shoving back and forth, the orc and the human start picking up stones and carelessly hurling them off the edge of the plateau.<br/><br/>With some discussion between the archer elf, the dragonborn, and the dwarven captain, a decision is apparently made. With careful aim, the archer fires off an arrow, arcing it through the air towards the plateau.<br/><br/>Although there's not much of an immediate danger, given that their presence seems to be at least partially hidden, the arrow entering the illusion space of the plateau will likely make it clear that something's really immediately off.