Crom had stood in silence, nodding along with his companion's ideas. It really didn't seem like the best idea to keep Soah with them. He looked up at the man and shook his head. "Looks like this is where we part ways, mate." Crom said, rather blankly. He didn't feel one way or the other about the fact that the party had ejected the werewolf. He mused over the subject for a few moments, before being interrupted by the sound of hooves crunching through the snow. He turned to see a cart being pulled by two large horses, trotting leisurely through the snow. The cart came to a halt just before it reached the party. Crim heard a voice call out asking about his wounds. The old mercenary realized how bad they currently appeared. He was bloody and very obviously armed, and a naked man lay leaning against a tree mere feet away. He pondered what could be going through the merchant's mind. Deciding the best course of action was being friendly, he walked towards the cart, waving to the large bearded man. "Aye, it most certainly could mate." Crom spoke warmly with a smile, trying to dispel any misgivings the merchant may have had. As he spoke he calmly walked over to his cloak and picked it up. He was a bit disappointed to find it soaked with melted snow. He wrung out the garment before stopping in front of the cart. He bowed slightly. "Crom Vastil, and who are you friend?"