The archer stood as Brock approached and accepted the offered hand, her leeriness of the stranger fading slightly.  "No harm done," she replied, offering him a half-smile in return.  Her eyes glanced quickly around the trees, searching to find if swordsman had companions in hiding.  

Finding no one, Rook's eyes returned to the tall man before her, pondering what he had said about a 'special item.'  The rumors she had heard of the ruins spoke of treasure, which she had assumed meant gold or jewels or something similar.  Could it be something more?  Maybe even something magical in nature?

"You're hunting for the ruins then too?" she inquired as she bent to retrieve the bow and the quiver.  

[@Gareth][@Polybius]