Aren spotted the young girl, spotted also how pretty she looked but also noticed her youth. When she scampered out from the carriage he sheathed his sword at scabbard in his back and he says;<strong>"No reason push yourself so hard young lady! Move like that and it would be hell remove that bolt off your leg!"</strong>Victoriana saw then six foot and half tall man with faintly glowing golden iris eyes and the rugged band of mercenaries. Before she could protest, Aren lifted her off into his arms and carried her to more comfortable spot to sit while he replies;<strong>"I am Aren Gralnirson but call me just Aren like everyone else does."</strong>There was snickers from the mercs for supposed 'chivalric' attitude of Aren but the eight mercenaries introduces themselves in turn to the lady with varied graces and manners and accents. Overall colorful lot but none where near striking as Aren himself in appearance and his accent....carrying a far northern influenced Suel in common.<br/><br/>Once down at comfortable log Aren inspects the wounded leg, lifting it gently to check backside and grimacing and saying;<strong>"Bad luck, it did not go through and pulling it out causes more harm than good. So have to shove it through after I cut the other end smooth."</strong>