"Well," Erevan drawled, at long last as the party stood a safe distance down the road from one of the last(and possibly least friendly) homesteads they had tried, "Ain't it a fine mess we've found.  So much for hospitality, eh?" He made a point to look at every member of the party in turn, too polite to make any mention of the reason they were turned away. 

He wore most of his armor as he traveled.  He was so used to it, that it was easier to wear than to carry on his back.  His helm was sitting on the end of his spear, which was resting on his shoulder and hung with his satchel.  He also forewent the pauldrons and collar.  

Even used to it as he was, he was starting to become uncomfortable after a long day of travel.  Especially as the climate shifted on their way toward the swamp.  

"In any event, I reckon if we're doomed to a night of layin' in the dirt, we may as well get to the layin' part.  Unless, ya'll want to split the party.  Nemeia and I can stay out here, since they seem to prefer humans in the first place, and you two -" his head snapped to look down the road, back the way they'd come.  Someone approached, and he had only just now heard them.  Even looking the right direction, the dying light made it difficult to see.  

"Hail?  Who goes?"