Nev extended a hand to the gnome, helping her clamber over the last ridge of muck to reach their relatively stable position.<br/><br/>"We're nowhere, city's gone, my name's Nev." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the others. "The lady's name is Guinevere, and if you're nice to her she'll magic the mud off of you. I haven't caught the big guy's name, but he's got a Westermist uniform. Oh, and the mouthy elf back there is Fara. She's in charge. I think that about brings you up to speed with the rest of us." Nev suddenly pulled his hand back. "Wait - didn't I try to rob you? Well, what's in the past is best forgotten, right?" He flashed a charming smile for just about three seconds, then moved on. That should do it.<br/><br/>"Anyway, we're scavenging for what's worth taking, and then trying to get out of the rain." His actions echoed his words as he professionally rummaged a nearby corpse without breaking his chatty rhythm. Nothing valuable on this one. He was enough of an elf to be able to tell the poor bastard had been ripped apart by teeth and claws. Which meant there was something out here that could eat them. Or be eaten.<br/><br/>He stole a look at Fara, who was intently scanning the horizon for threats. She'd certainly changed over the last few years. The old Fara wouldn't have seized command like that. Not that he minded; he was much more comfortable in the shadows, and he'd much rather follow her than one of these strangers.