O'walu draped a protective arm around Naomi, thankful the thugs had seen the errors of their ways, before he could put an arrow through their eyes. He eyed the strangers warily, as if waiting for them to retract their surrender, so that he might finish the job he had started.<br/><br/>He recognized Sera, a young vagabond who was always in the wrong place at the wrong time, as well as the druid and his lynx. O'walu was keenly jealous of the man's ability to command animals with his magic; O'walu knew his way around creatures like the lynx, knew how to gain their trust, but that trust was earned through hard work, not a mystical enchantment over the beast.<br/><br/>Then there was the bard, whom he did not know, and this man watched Naomi furtively from the corner of his eye, until she had come to stand beside the Hunter. This stranger gave O'walu an odd look, one of... Jealousy? The hunter looked to Naomi at his side, wondering if she had seen his eyes as well, what they said to him.