Vaeri raised herself up to stand like a civilized person and looked at all the new arrivals with a skeptical eye. A dwarf covered in spikes, another dirty undead that she couldn't justify immediately chopping into little pieces, albeit one who did not bring with him a 

Vaeri's train of thought came ot a screeching halt. What exactly was Zam? There was dark haired girl with magical abilities who looked about Fiona's age. Then again, Vaeri was bad at estimating human ages beyond vague terms. They aged so quickly. A scraggly, bored looking human with an odd sword and hints of elf in his facial features riding a jet black stallion and a ten foot tall two-headed ogre. All in all basically a mirror of the group that had been assembled yesterday. Vaeri sighed and gathered her stuff. Her clothes and armor were still kind of damp, so she threw her bag and armor in the wagon and laid out her shirt and cloak over the side to finish drying out.

"Good morning, Sir Tobias. I suppose I'm doing the same as you, just trying to adjust to the constantly changing conditions around me." Vaeri performed a curtsy to Tobias, using the bottom of Derrix's overly large shirt as a replacement for the more traditional dress. She climbed up to the seat where she had spent most of the day and crossed her arms. In the corner of her vision she spotted the swordsman, the one she remembered Fiona introducing as Kazuo ride up to the dwarven woman and say something to her. It was quiet enough that most humans wouldn't catch it if they weren't paying attention. Unfortunately, the ears of an elf were both a blessing and a curse.

"So are we just going to leave that ass behind?" Vaeri couldn't see, but Kazuo was pointing at the boar carcass sitting in the cave. His disgust had faded back into his hunger, but actively asking about taking others' food was still in poor taste.