[h3][color=fdc68a]Galia Guardstrike[/color][/h3]

	Galia nodded at Heddywn, then Bowman. She hadn't planned to be the leader, but she would accept. It didn't matter to her, someone could step up if they liked as long as they weren't ridiculous. She had experience leading a band of troops, though this sort was hardly what she was used to working with. It would have to be somewhere between controlling rowdy mercs and corralling soft-hearted doctors. But she was interrupted by what seemed to be yet another potential member of the group. A shadowy figure looking hesitant, and armed with a bow. Dangerous. Galia didn't bring her shield because it would only slow her down, and she figured the Beast didn't have arrows to shoot, and anything it could shoot would have be dodged rather than blocked. But a well placed arrow in the chest had the potential to penetrate armor. Galia stood and began to take a step in the direction of the new arrival.

	The sun was beginning to set, and a bone chilling noise swept from beyond the treeline. Galia bristled and stared back at the North Road.

	[color=fdc68a]"It's suicide to go in alone; even I'm smart enough to know that."[/color] Galia called out from behind the masked man, letting her voice do the work rather than trying to approah. Galia had a hand on the longsword at her hip, her tone was cautious, stern, but not aggressive and the word choice was relatable. That was what she was going for, anyway. It was a bad habit to calculate her word choice as if striking at gaps in armor, but it was one she could never fully shake. It only stopped when she was around Elly.

	[color=fdc68a]"We're hunting the Beast. No reason to be frightened."[/color] She glanced back towards the woods.[color=fdc68a] "Well, maybe a couple reasons. But not of us."[/color]