[b]Kolrim[/b]

To Kolrim, it appeared that his guild mates were a little on edge. One of them, the shirtless Caerbean, was approaching him, but slightly off to one side. He had a bit of a welcoming look on his face, but he was also on track to be on his flank. Considering they were to work together it should've been a small concern. However, another member of the group, Eomer, if the descriptions and names he had been given proved true, had one of his hands hidden. If the Dwarf had to place a bet he'd put his money on a weapon being in that hand. 

He could feel his heart beat faster in his chest at the prospect of a fight, but these should be allies, not foes. He frowned when Eomer challenged his stated purpose, his bushy black eyebrows drawing down. He didn't take kindly to being called a murderous bandit, even if it was a valid concern for the group. In fact he was of half a mind to oblige the man to the fight he was looking for. Except that he was highly out numbered. That and the guild would probably put a bounty on his head for attacking fellow guild members. 

He needed to defuse this situation. Still, there was no need to be hasty. He took one last pull on his pipe, blew out the smoke, then tapped the pipe to empty its embers on the ground. Then he used his boot to crush the embers and ensure they were fully extinguished. "You should put yer embers out as well laddy." Then, as he was putting his pipe away he explained in a calm manner, "I was told yer heading ter a tradin' post where the swamp road meets this one we be walkin'. Tasked wit finding Dagston and then Maddox to strengthen his numbers fer fightin' bandits in the area." While he talked he kept his manner and speech casual, but he kept a sharp eye on each of the members of the group. After finishing talking he folded his arms across his chest and quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'satisfied?'