Nori sighed as her blade made its home (albeit temporarily) in the chest of another downed bandit. She suppressed a pleased shudder as she felt the life on the other end of the sword slowly slip away. While it wasn't very becoming of a lords retainer to enjoy slaughter so much, she'd be the first to admit that she'd missed the ruthlessness of combat while living with Merilia. It took a moment for the bloodlust to subside enough for her to register the presence of the black knight. She bows politely as Sir Tyaethe begins speaking to the new comer. 

Gillian, for his part, was visibly not too happy about the new interloper. "That..." He says, swaggering beside Tyaethe, "and your choice in equipment just screams, 'please stab me, for I worship dark powers under new moons while drinking the blood of virgin geese'." He pauses, folding his arms. "No offense, of course. Optimistically, I'm hoping you're just a noble with 'impassioned' taste in wardrobe." he adds after a moment. He waves back at the group who lagged behind during the bandit attack. "You all can join us now!" He calls, watching as Klien visibly relaxes behind the lovely elven woman who so kindly defended his cart. "Pretty sure everyone is dead. So two for two out of things we've done today!"