Perhaps it was because generosity was an uncommon occurrence for Lucas, but when the masked figure, which from the voice he presumed to be a woman, offered him her own bowl, he felt something. Was it guilt? He didn't dwell on it as he happily grabbed the bowl. 

“Hahaha! Thank you very much!” He gave the masked woman his biggest smile. Despite her harsh words towards the important looking man, she didn't seem that mean spirited to Lucas. The free food, of course, helped color his opinion.

Watching over the brim of the bowl as he devoured his second portion of stew, he observed the mounting tension that the skull clad man had summoned with his arrival. He looked mean spirited. His entire frame was bleeding violence, some he had obviously been on the receiving end of. He eyed the stains on the man's weapons nervously, they carried with them the tension in the air. Alarm was contagious it seemed. 

But the skull faced man wasn't the only new arrival, and this one's manner of entry was rather unusual. He had seen the giant bird fly over, briefly illuminated by the fire's light, at the same time as he made his own approach. This man looked strange while the other looked lethal. What was strange was the eye on the man's helmet. Lucas found it captivating. After finishing his stew, he stared intensely at it, wondering if it would blink. 

By his third blink he gave up. It either never blinked, or Lucas concluded, only when he did. Frustrated with the peculiar eye Lucas rolled off the log he was resting on, and crept on all fours closer to the skull man. He was wary of the axe the man still held, but there was something about him, more than just the horror his appearance bled. Keeping his distance, mindful of the axe, Lucas closed his eyes, stuck his nose high, and sniffed. Then he opened his eyes and tilted his head in curiosity. 

“Mister Skull, you smell kind of funny.”