The sudden influx of new arrival to Grug's wagon threw him off. First in came this figure with something he couldn't quite place his finger on about them, yet it seemed Fionn had picked up the same uneasy feeling. The new arrival did mention heading the same way as them and that they were even hiring help, but Fionn seemed to have made his mind up about it without asking the old orc. Perhaps it was for the best too. If that man of virtue from his visions had second thoughts, there had to be a good reason to it. The situation itself was defused by even more people entering, which prompted a quip from the Oracle: "If half of my days were this lively, I'd have a house of my own and two farms to boot."

Nonetheless, the situation was as quick to de-escalate as it had appeared and the group could get back to preparing for their journey off to the ruins where Grug was sure they would find some antediluvian evil they would need to stop. And now that he stood there amongst other undoubtedly more capable warriors and spellcasters he couldn't help but feel a little outclassed. But in this case that was merely a good thing, their power could deal with the horde of the dead that stood before them.

Fionn's address was mostly towards those that he knew beforehand, which meant Grug stayed a bit further away. He had run his divinations already and shared them with the man. There was nothing for him to add here and he could only hope that he would take them more seriously than the older of the two ladies that accompanied him earlier. The old orc stood there at the back, leaning against his staff. He would join them on the journey deeper, even if it would cost him. The undead could not be left roaming free.

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