Taking notice of the odd new arrival, a man draped in what appeared to be innumerable strips of paper by the fire light as well as a headache inducing sphere upon the man's head, Gerhard simply flashes a warm smile and holds up a bowl of the dwindling stew stock before speaking, [color=a187be]"No, no, no, you are just in time friend!"[/color] The strongman could not bear to stare into the orb for much longer, thus returning to he and the young prince's conversation whilst grumbling something about the importance of seeing one another's face. 

Continuing his flexes of incredible manly nature there appears to be yet another new comer, a creature encased in a blackened shell dimly illuminated by the bonfire, its vile instruments in tow. The man glares to and fro finally locking gazes with the masked woman. Gerhard scans the man intently, looking over the fiendish visage striding towards the group, his vision obscurred for but a moment as a child dashes by. The strongman does what anyone would do, welcome the man of course! [color=a187be]"Aha! Another late comer, you've come at de opportune moment!"[/color] He pauses briefly to gesture at the last remnants of the stew. [color=a187be]"A lucky one you are."[/color] Gerhard belts out a hearty laugh and pats the ruined stone beside him as to welcome the sickly husk of a man, for that is all it must be, a horrid shell with a creamy center, yes?