Savile started to walk away when he heard Annabelle call after him. He just rolled his eyes. She could be very annoying sometimes. Shaking his head he walked away. He had other things to do though he wasn't going to go far. Someone had to keep an eye on them. Annabelle was to naive and stupid. If he and Kealsey hadn't taken her in she would have undoubtedly been arrested long time ago.

Cerith watched the two walk away. Cheery bunch. He glanced over as Andrew spoke. His eyes smiled slightly at his enthusiasm. He followed Annabelle into the camp. It was actually fairly nice considering they were roughing it. Sure there was no shelter but it was summer time and it worked. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything that would be considered shelter either. In fact, other than an occasional cave, he slept outside. But, that was fine. He was used to it. It brought back memories of his childhood. There hadn't been a lot of shelter either - so you managed.

While Annabelle started getting the ingredients out of her back, Cerith went over to the fire and added another log. He turned and examined the camp once more, but this time from a defensive standpoint. Despite his...hesitation, Savile was a bit intelligent on placing. It was a nice small clearing, not to big to be noticed but large enough to settle. It was a bit on a slope so you had a slight high ground to use if someone came at you - assuming you saw them coming. It wasn't perfect but it would do. Though, his eyes narrowed slightly. This did look more like a permanent setup than a temporarily spot. The built table, the stumps for the stools - there was no way they would drag that with them. They no doubt had been here for awhile. That wasn't always the safest - or smartest thing to do.

He looked up when Annabelle spoke. "Any way is fine," he said coming over. You ate what you needed. It was something he had to remind himself after the Magic Council came down. In a way it was almost good. He had been getting a bit soft. Sure, he kept a lot of his habits with him when he traveled but some things he had grown accustomed to being in a guild. Especially, when everyone else - including his few friends - did it. "Did you want help?" He inquired. He might be gruff, he might be a bit "uncivilized" but he could be a gentleman if needed.

When she handed him some vegetables and a knife he took it and started cutting them up. "So, how did you team up with the group?" He asked.