A single knock rang from the door behind him. The newcomer opened it before Engelbert could fully turn to reach for it, and his first impression was that the caravan hands were coming to join them. But then he took in the sight of a pale figure in bright red, a head of dark brown sticking all over the place, and an irrational part of him came into conclusion that the spirit of a drowned woman have come to drag them all to the depth.

He waved away the intrusive thoughts soon enough, by which time the newcomer already went past and complained about the lack of fire. Sometimes it's easy to forget that people really dislike getting drenched, eh?

[b][color=#4269E2]"We have only recently arrived ourselves."[/color][/b] Said the knight conversationally, glancing around for signs of firewood. No such luck. [b][color=#4269E2]"I could take a look at the stable, see if there's kindling back there? We all could use some fire."[/color][/b]