10-10-2017, 03:33 AM
Svetlana takes charge in speaking once more, shaking her head in reply. "We haven't much in the way of supplies or storage. You see, those thieving bandits have taken nearly everything from us. It would not have been long...if you hadn't...well, we won't dwell on that." There is a sort of pregnant pause for a few moments as the words sink in on all present. This is a land of lawlessness and banditry. The middle-aged man coughs to clear his throat at the sudden impasse of words, turning to address the group, revealing a holy symbol of Erastil hanging from his neck. He is not quite sure whom to introduce himself to, given that no one has stepped forward to claim the leadership function in this case. He glances between Andra and Valdi as the most likely choices in his mind, nodding to them, but Nexendia is not far down the list at all and earns a nod from him as well.
