Caoimhe followed closely behind the others, though at some point one of her new compatriots had wandered off. [i]Oh well,[/i] she thought, [i]I'm sure he'll come back. He seemed eager enough to meet new people before.[/i] She was about to greet the crowd like they did back home "in the old country", as they say, but there was a relatively clear hello from the new friend whose relationship with the dragon-man was definitely something her own husband would enjoy. How she missed him, but this new land...he knew he would never tame her wanderlust.

So, naturally, the charismatic and exceptionally adorable (why else would she have so many kids?) halfling awaited a more socially acceptable moment to speak, since the newcomers - were they really the newcomers here? - were already addressed.

The wait for a response wasn't long. The one who seemed to be the leader, an old man with a pair of spectacles and not much else other than his "higher quality" wooden plank armor (which thankfully covered his bits) was the first to speak.

"What are you doing here? Are you looters, too? Someone's been stealing crops, livestock, and even some of our...other belongings since this hole opened up. You them? We oughtta take you in. Or bring you down." As he speaks, you can see he's missing three fingers on his left hand, so his frantic gestures are a little awkward, since it leaves him pointing at you with his ring finger and his thumb. "How did you make this cave? You coming here saves us the trip until we want to go back. Don't make us kill you bandits!"