Hector was torn between amusement and fierce irritation when Do'ava galloped into the scene without a care in the world and dismounted by the river. He was afraid for the Khajiit's life but fortunately Erissil managed to keep her wits about her. It occurred to Hector that she might never have seen one of Do'ava's race, making note how she circled around the group while she kept everyone else (and especially Balen) between herself and the cat-folk. Sensing that the danger had passed when Erissil shouldered her bow, Hector took a few seconds to cool himself down with the same ice-burst trick as before while he sauntered over to Do'ava. "Good day, old friend," Hector said amicably, if still a little tense, and shook the Khajiit's hand without taking his eyes off the wood elf. "We'll wait on the others until dusk, then we move out. Now excuse me for a moment." 

The Captain slowly approached Erissil until he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Balen. The two exchanged a brief glance just before Erissil spoke up. The cadence and accent of her Tamrielic was already peculiar, but the hunched posture and the almost primeval gestures made Hector feel like he was talking to a creature of ages past. "Yes," he agreed, and tapped his breastplate with one finger. "Hector Sibassius." He conjured up the most affable smile he could manage. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Erissil. Welcome." His hand then pointed at each member of the assembled group in turn and introduced them by name. "Eno. Roland. Do'ava."

A short silence fell while Hector thought of what to say next, only to be interrupted by...

[sub]To all: feel free to post, but I especially recommend [@Dismas] to use this moment to introduce Alaron.[/sub]