Dann wasn't really sure what to take of the 'souvenir' he was given. Yet, a perpetually updating map has it uses. He took an envious glance at the gun that was given to the gruff looking man. It was perfectly built and unless the crone's word meant that the gun was not meant to be shot, it was an incredibly enviable gift. What she said about a White Death also sounded familiar too, even if he can't put where he had heard it. He moved his gaze to the other tall man, His first assessment was that he was one of those Jock types, although there was something about him that screamed [i]trouble[/i] to his senses. Dann would have to spare an eye to the rest, just to make sure there won't be any problem. The one who got the sword looked like a wreck, although something in his eyes seemed to indicate that he's at least resolute in his doing. It was funny to Dann how the women would be the least troublesome of the lot.

He was interrupted as he saw the old crone moving faster and more precise than what her frame should allow and stabbed the hands of the shifty looking male among them. Dann winced at the sight, those hands would be incredibly hard to use even after they healed. He wanted to say that the thief deserved it for some reason, but maiming someone for a single coin did felt too much. The old crone then casually dismissed what she just did as if it was a normal thing to do and gestured them for questions. She then started speaking in a familiar sounding tongue. It sounded like Danish, but it was not something he could understand. Shaking his head, Dann asked his question, "Are we the first group that arrived? I can't believe that for an upcoming war, we would be only fighters coming in."