The Tal-Vashoth who was working on healing the warden was a considerable small woman of her race, almost being the size of a normal human female. She tended to the warden's wounds even as her leader and the Dwarf argued, paying little mind to the arches who were aiming her down. She treated the man's wounds to the best of her abilities, which were just that of a battle field medic.

The Tal-Vashoth who was arguing with the Dwarf looked over to the warden who was the center of all this strife. His eyes didn't change from their cold expression. **"You are not of the Qun, that much I am sure of."** He said as he stepped forward. He looked over the warden like one would a wild animal. **"I would wish to know who you are before agreeing myself and group to you."**