Dimitri watched Herbert's ritual with the dead girl solemnly, not wanting to offend in anyway. Where the monk was from, once a Silver Fist Elite fell they were burned after sunset with spiced wood and herbs and the ashes were collected in an urn. The comrades would spend the rest of the night sharing food and strong drinks, reminiscing on the deceased's life and achievements in battle. Just before the setting of the moon on that same night, the ashes were cast into the wind to find their own path. It was a rare occasion indeed, simply because the Silver Fist Elites rarely died in battle. 

He was wary of the two arrivals, but not overly concerned as none of them seemed to be ready to attack . He waved as Ryann introduced everyone and moved a cautious few steps closer to Dzel, running his gaze over her wounds. Nothing too serious once he got out of the cold, he was certain he could take care of them for her.  She had the look of a warrior, steady eyes and a confident posture amidst the gore surrounding them. He nodded at Will and Dzel "Aye, I can have a look at those wounds for you but I'm afraid all of my reserved energy is being directed towards keeping me warm enough in this blasted icy wasteland. Once I get inside I'll need a few moments to recover then I should be able to take care of those for you if you like Dzel. but I doubt they are bothering you much" he finished with a slight smile. 

Once Herbert was finished with the body, Dimitri moved towards the stairway leading into what was left of the castle and hopefully towards warmth and strong mead But he could only hope for now.

"Lets have a  look at those supplies you mentioned Will. I do hope they are inside out of this dreadful cold."