Carver grinned at the girl's cryptic words. "Four things. You forgot about good cheer." He laughed as though to illustrate, and bowed deeply. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Alula. I am at your service."

The paladin then turned to clap the half-elf on the back. He was greatly pleased to hear of the man's acceptance - surly and ill-tempered as he seemed, his actions had proven to Carver that the man was possessed of a gentle soul. "Good man! You've made an excellent choice, friend. It is ever a great privilege to journey alongside those so fair of spirit." He looked over to the gnome. "That goes for you as well, friend."

The company was coming together. There just seemed to Carver to be one thing missing - the black-haired woman with evil in the air around her. Truth be told, Carver wouldn't have minded if the party left without her, save for the fact that he wasn't sure that he could leave this town in her hands. At least if she accompanied them, he could keep an eye on her. "Separ," he called out. "What of that woman who was speaking to you in the bar? Will she be joining us?"