Introductions had gone a lot smoother than Johnathon had anticipated, and the man even recognized them. That was unfortunate because John had no idea who he was looking at. Clearly, however, he wasn't used to being shirtless in this cold and that struck away all chances of him being a northerner come to Aldrun in his mind. He still didn't know if he trusted a stranger covered in blood in the wilderness, but he at least had the decency to reply to them. Tension had bled away, and without thinking much of it John unraveled his scarf from around his neck and was about to offer it to the man when Adrian put a hand out in front of him. He shrugged, unperturbed at being unable to answer the request for some clothing, meager as his contribution was. Crom asked the man about his wounds, and Johnathon piped up after, hoping to bring the newcomer to trusting them. He wanted to help the man, partly because it was a nice thing to do but behind all that it got him another hand over the mountains, which meant an easier life ahead. "We're not doctors but I can suture."