They were and interesting group but one of them was carrying one of those things normally associated with the Grim Reaper; a scythe. 

She didn't know exactly what was going on but she did know that she was in the company of others like herself so tagging along even weighted down by her Gossamer Gear Mariposa 60 liter pack which she'd carried through the Bitterroot Mountains last year.

She heard some of them talking among themselves saying such things as; "Yeah! How much do we need?, Wait, American or other?, I don’t see why not. Not like anyone’s policing the group. Come on!, Suit yourself. Don’t blame everyone else for not trusting you when you act like a tetchy dickhead, though. It’s not on them to cater to y-," and the guy with the scythe said; "This is a huge group for a quest, don't you think?"

 It seemed a bit strange that she felt this was the time to follow these people whom she'd never met before but as she did she remembered the myths and legends of the Argonauts and all the Demigods;  Achilles, Aeneas, Asclepius, Heracles, Minos, Phlegyas, Perseus, Ino, Atalanta, and Helen as well as so many others. Some had formed groups like the Argonauts or some other heroic group and those that went it alone like any loner fought odds with little or no help; she was betting on the idea that a group always stood a better chance; plus she had hoped this wasn't going to be one of those camps for fragile pampered kids.