Now that he was actually giving himself a chance to rest Zahir was able to take a greater stock of the small collection of souls around him. At least they looked hardened ... well most of them did at least, which was another point for defying expectations. There was certainly so much more that he'd ever expected, which hopefully meant there would be a lot less work for him to do. Despite the fact he was still in good shape and totally unwilling to give up being a fighter, he did enjoy being able to take it slow every now and then. 

For now he was very content to let the rest of the group introduce itself and to be grateful for the mask that covered his face. For he knew he recognised the face of several here, like the warrior gal, though he believed that last time there'd been quite a few more people in her party when he'd seen her. The huntsman too he recognised, the man had skill, he remembered that much. But there were so many people who slipped by his little town for a day or two, so many different names and stories to remember that he had given up bothering to try. So it was with a contented little smile he recived those very helpful reminders. 

 Well ... it seemed his companions were eager at least to get the task done, too eager in his opinion. Conviction was certainly one thing, but recklessness was another and in his experiance a blind devotion towards getting the task done often ended in serious personal risk. Had he been younger he'd have almost certainly blurted that out, probably to the detriment of team morale and cohesion, a true win before the hunt had even begun. But apart from all the dull aches and pains from old scars, his age had brought with it a sense of tact, or at least a greater one than his younger self. 

[color=sandybrown] "Come now, are we really going to charge off into the beasts territory now? Won't you let an old man rest his bones for the night? It has been a long journey here and I'm not as young as you lot. One night of safety outside the beasts domain would not do us any harm." [/color] 

He wanted just a little bit more time, time that they could spend becoming a better team, or at least long enough for him to come up with a plan to ensure no one died.

Any hopes of a quiet end to the night were dashed by the arrival of the sixth person, a girl far younger than the rest of the gathered adventueres, standing beyond any sort range in which he could make out identifying features. Not that it really mattered, he was watching a young person rush off into certain danger. [color=sandybrown] "Fuck..." [/color] 

Gently he placed his sword on the ground and raised his arms into the air, attempting to communicate as best as possible, his lack of weapons. [color=sandybrown] "She is ... if we let her stay there. Which I'm not." [/Color] 

Slowly and with an even step he began to cross the empty stretch of land between the group and Ardonne.