O'walu did not flinch or panic when the avatar of St. Cuthbert spoke its warning; his powers were not derived from magic, and Cuthbert held no sway over him. Besides, he did not come for more fighting. Inside they were treated to some food, and O'walu knew not to deny such an offering, because you never knew where your next meal might come from. He ate of the bread and cheese, but drank water instead of wine. It was not more stigma against the dwarves, but a drunk hunter was inefficient and a danger only to himself.<br/><br/>The 'head' of the order came through the door, and O'walu mused for a second that she looked quite familiar. When she asked for their accompaniment, O'walu stood and followed them all, before taking a seat between Naomi and Sera. He listened intently as Jenya explained the situation of the orphans, his knuckles went white in his lap as he flexed them, angered by the boldness and cruelty of the painted men and their tribe.<br/><br/>When Naomi turned to him, all he could do was nod his consent.