Erahja quickly pulled her spear out of a downed foe and spun around, expecting to face her next attacker and realizing there was none. The bandits were lying dead around them and the tavern had gone comparatively quiet. She took a deep breath and relaxed a bit, leaning slightly on her spear. Elrithian came up to her side. He had kept mostly out of sight during the, but she had noticed a few attacks directed at her that surprisingly and fortunately hadn’t hit, and she was sure that was his doing.

The young elf made sure to acknowledge the two strangers, one armored and one hooded man, that had suddenly barged in to help out, locking eyes with both and offering the kind of polite nod that could also be a slight bow. The Rakasha’s attention was on Rhaedin and what appeared to be the village elder. They both seemed grateful that everyone was alive and one of the strangers introduced himself but did not wait to be asked further questions or receive any names in return.

Erahja still felt suspicious a bit to the strangers, but decided to leave it and instead started moving the bodies around, which seemed to her a task fit for hireswords like herself. When she did speak to one of the new arrivals, she managed to do so without mistrust in her voice. They had helped, after all, and they surely didn’t seem hostile. Perhaps she should think of their sudden appearance in more of a gift-horse kind of way.

“So, how come the two of you ended up here, anyway?” She asked the other man that had barged in, the armored one, while she herself threw a dead man over her shoulder the same way as she would have done if it was the carcass of deer being brought back from a hunt.

Elrithian held Zalrinus’ amulet in his hand. Something the S’ithra had said earlier made him uneasy about it and he chose not to wear it now that it was no longer necessary. Instead of walking up to Zalrinus and giving immediately, however, he followed the one they just learned was named Orion, with the mask and bit of an elvish accent, out of the tavern. He would not have guessed the man was of any elven decent before hearing him speak, since he was built much like a human. Either way, Elrithian had seen him react slightly to pain, which could mean it was a small bruise, or a serious injury if the individual was especially stubborn and stoic. Judging there was a non-zero chance that Orion was this type of individual, Elrithian felt it safer to maker sure. 

“Are you injured?” He asked directly once he was near enough for Orion to hear him speak in his soft and quiet voice. Orion seemed to be looking thoughtfully at the corpses he had dropped at his feet, though expressions were hard to decipher on someone whose face you could barely see.