Again, Eloween found herself smiling despite her nervousness as she watched Arma's excitement over his surroundings. This was probably a new situation for him as well, but unlike her, he seemed without fear or concern. She wished she could be more like that, welcoming the unfamiliar instead of being afraid of it.

As she began to dig into her food, Arma introduced himself properly to the rest of the group in a way that was fairly short and to the point. Eloween opened her mouth to respond when Ferrin spoke up, launching into his own, much lengthier introduction. A few things the Scorchio said stood out to her: he was from Meridell, something she'd gathered from the way he was dressed. He apparently had also been a knight, formerly in the service of King Skarl, which explained why he seemed less awestruck by their current surroundings than she and Arma were. The 'former' part made her raise an eyebrow though. He seemed too young to have simply retired, and the way he spoke about his former employer, referring to those under the king's command as his 'lackeys' seemed odd. Definitely not the way one imagined a noble knight to speak about his duties. Was he disgraced in some way? He didn't seem shady or dishonourable, just outspoken and perhaps a little full of himself. She didn't voice any of this of course, it really wasn't any of her business and she didn't want to offend someone she was going to have to work alongside. Still, none of this had done anything to set her at ease with the red scorchio.

She was partway through a mouthful of food when Ferrin suddenly addressed her, asking her name. She held up one hand to tell them to wait a moment while using her other hand to cover her mouth as she swallowed. It was at this point she realised the hood of her cloak was still up and she quickly pulled that down, revealing the shock of short orange hair, contrasting with her soft purple fur. "I'm, err, Eloween Pengelly," she said, nervously shifting in her seat. "I'm from Bogshot." Her eyes darted to Arma then back at Ferrin. She'd guessed from Arma reaction to Wyler that he wasn't local, so the name of her village likely was unfamiliar to him. Ferrin, however, was more likely to have heard of it, and she could already imagine the kind of conclusions he might be drawing about her from this single bit of information. "I'm, err, pretty good with a bow, I guess." She gestured to her back, where her quiver of arrows was attached. "My parents taught me how to track, what plants are useful and which are poisonous, how to handle wild animals... just things you'd need to survive in, err, more wild areas." She tried to think of what else she could possibly say about herself that wouldn't lower her companions' opinion of her any more. "Oh, and I know a little magic!" she said, before quickly adding, "N-nothing too flashy though. Just, err, I can heal wounds, and a couple of other small things. Don't expect me to be able to cast a fireball or something." She gave a nervous laugh, before quickly looking back down at her plate again.