Yet another person made their way up the small hill they were all standing on who appeared to a part of their make-shift adventuring group; this one appeared to be quite flamboyant in appearance rather than intimidating, and they also seemed to be suffering from heat exhaustion due to the helmet he was wearing.

Rem could see he was addressing the Kingsman so she stood in comfortable silence until something caught her off guard: the which, of whom she missed the introduction of, reached out to grab the traveler's tail. Her eyes grew in horror at the disrespectful act and she felt herself move closer despite herself.

"Ah, lass." Rem coaxed, "I really wouldn't if I were you, folks typically don't like it when you go pulling on their tails." She calmed down a little seeing as it was a gentle hold rather than a harsh grab that a child would use.

In her other ear Rem could hear serious talk of plagues and having to burn one's home down. She gulped at the severity of another party member's situation, realizing that not everyone was here just to get paid.