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It wouldn't be a normal day of people interaction for Dante without nearly getting into a round with someone, especially with a man with an attitude like this man. Some one else, a bit more level headed, stepped in before she had a chance to retort.

Sir Yells-a-Lot, as she referred to him in her mind, had his hissy fit and took a seat on the ground, mad that he didn't get his way. Dante looked around at the so-called warriors, all looking relieved that there was time to relax. She glaced back at Yells-a-Lot, now scowling at her, and also looking at her curiously.

She was sure it was her scar. The deep scar that that ran just below her left eyebrow, following the natural curve. She knew it was strange for a woman to have such a "severe disfigurement," but that's all it was, a scar. Picking people out when she caught them looking was a hobby, "See something you like there, sir?" her bag still over her shoulder, hand resting on her hip, ready in case he felt the need to spring up.

Terra dropped to her knees as the bear screamed, cupping her hands over her ears in an attempt to block the sound. Her ears were throbbing, and she had to work hard to keep tears from falling down her cheeks.

"That last arrow was yours wasn't it? Thanks....."

She looked up at the speaker in surprise, making her ears ring once more with the sudden movement. She groaned, closing her eyes, and then answered.

"Yes... it was. I was lucky it hit though, I believe... I've not had much practice with this bow," she said, opening her eyes as she spoke. "I am sorry I did not arrive sooner. Things may have turned out differently if I had..."

"Yes. As a matter of fact, your necklace interests me." Trekvid rose to his feet and walked over to the newcomer. He reached out and touched the Beryl necklace. "Where did you get this?" His voice dropped considerably. His respect for the woman increased immediately and he tilted his head toward her in respect. Felvil walked over to Orost and healed him again. He then stood up and looked around at everyone.

"Gather some of the meat from this bear into your belongings. It will prove useful in the future if you do." He said, returning to where Trekvid still stood looking into the newcomer's eyes.

"Pardon me," Dante took a step back after the man invaded her personal space, "It was a gift from my parents when I was a child. A bit of a family thing, thank you. Jealous?"

At least the other man seemed to have things on track as he went around healing his comrades. She took her attention away from Sir Yells-a-Lot, who was still looking at her strangely, and raised her voice so as to be heard, "I don't mean to be nosey, but it's a bit strange to see such a large group out here in the middle of no where. May I ask what's going on?"

"We are going to save the Crown Prince." Trekvid said. He stepped closer to the woman again. "Say... where did your parents get that necklace?" He said, reaching for it again. Felvil walked around, looking to see who most needed healing. He went over to Terra and healed her small wounds in her ears. He smiled and once again returned to Trekvid and the woman.

"What is your name, woman?" Felvil asked gently.

Saving Crown Prince = reward = gold = less wandering... hopefully. Dante's eyebrows raised once she came to that realization at the mention of the Prince needing some sort of rescue. She had to find out if it was still possible to join these people and get a share of the little glory that would come with it.

"Ezmerelda Dante St. Austin," she answered the man's question. He kept pushing on about her charm. "I said it was in the family," she lightly grabbed his wrist before he could reach the charm again, "I don't know how they came upon it, but it fell into my possesion and I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands off. Thank you."

"Who might you gentlemen be?" she had to ask if it was possible to join, figuring they were the ones in charge, "Would there be any room for another possible adventurer for the Prince?"

Trekvid could not take his eyes from the jewel. Finally Felvil stepped in front of him and snapped him from his entrancement. He shook his head to clear it. There was still something about that jewel. He would have to find out, some way.

"We are servants of the Crown Prince, and we are representatives of the Lord King Adjudica. There can always be room in this fellowship for one more person." Trekvid said, looking over at the other newcomer as he said it. "All you must do is pledge your loyalty to the Lord King and his Crown Prince in our presence." Felvil nodded, agreeing with Trekvid's words. He wandered off and healed Logarth's ears. He wandered back.

"Done," if that was all Dante had to do, aside from the act of helping the Price, she would do it, "I swear my loyalty to King Adjudica and his son the Prince and I pledge to remain with this group until the task is completed," she waved her hand around in the air as if the process was nothing.

Although she did feel a bit strange about not having yet met, let alone introduced herself, to her new fellow fighters. "Are you both sure that it's alright that I join you all?" the last thing she needed on this journey were enemies.

"Hey, at least no one died..." Hikaru shrugged. She was just beginning to feel the cuts.
Limping over to the path, she picked up three small rocks, light enough to carry without losing any speed, and put it in her pouch.
Tired out, Hikaru sat there studying everyone. The newest arrival's charm was attracting Trekvid's attention. Interesting, she thought. So he IS interested in something.....
She hadn't talked to Trekvid yet, she thought that he would snap at her. Hikaru was glad that Felvil was with them as well. I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't been...
Hikaru fingered the plain chain around her own neck. It was, of course, just a plain necklace chain but she liked it. It comforted her at times.

The bear was subdued. More accurately, it was dead. Another soul for Vinkara, who would set the task of finding this particular soul a proper place again no doubt to his more gentle daughter Kish, who was responsible for the souls of animals and sentient flora.
She noticed several eyes straying her direction, but only two pairs of them were curious or brave enough to actually step in her direction. A stout, large man with brown hair approached her, and another tall one, with two large hammers slung to his back. Apparently they did not think of her as a threat.
'Good day, men. I saw you fight this creature. You fought bravely, taking your wounds as if death itself holds no fear for you, and it is therefore, I know, that Vinkara allowed you to live. In spite of all this, you seem tired, and you should rest. Pray tell me, what are your god-given names, that I may properly adress you henceforth? I myself am called Xantcha von Bismarck, and I serve only Vinkara, the god of death and the inevitability that accompanies it.'

Orost looked over at Trekvid and Dante before turning to the preist. Orost relaxed, realizing that she was a preist. "Orost Tyrann" He said. "Blacksmith of Adjudicand and -" He looked arround the group "- the only person here with enough guts to actually attack the enimies." He held out his hand to the newcommer.

'Alright, Orost. Nice to meet you. Keep yourself on the brink of death's door, and Vinkara may have his patience with you yet, it is said. In that aspect, you are truly exemplary. She took his hand, and despite the fact that his grip was strong to the point of being almost painful to her, she managed to retain her complexion.
'Good man, I know not why you hold your silence, but I am sure I will talk to you later. Right now, however it seems my duty calls to me'.
Xantcha von Bismarck, priestess to Vinkara, headed over to a young girl with a shortsword and a sling, the latter for which she seemed to be gathering projectiles.
From the looks of it, however, she had far more useful things to do. She walked over to the girl, and without introducing herself to the teenager, placed a hand on her shoulder. In a practiced, commanding tone of voice, she adressed her.
'You are in no state to be up and about. Sit down and let me help you.'

"Yes... yes, you are right. Thank thee," Terra said, smiling at the girl. She watched as the girl wandered off to collect stones for her sling.

Terra stood as well, and wandered over to the bear. The arrows were all gone; at least, the ones that could be used. She grimaced, not really wanting to get any closer to the dead beast. But, she took out her knife and dutifully began to take some of the meat from the bear.

Felvil watched as the group began to work together, with Xantcha beginning to heal Hikaru, Terra gathering meat from the bear, and Orost being himself. He shook his head, unsure why someone would be so inconsiderate of the others that risked their lives to save his own. He stepped over next to Terra and helped her cut out plenty of meat for her. He helped her pack it up into her bag.

Hikaru: +3 Small Stones to inventory (+1 Ranged Strength)
Terra: +10 pieces small bear meat (+3 HP each)

Everyone had finally begun getting themselves together, getting their share of bear meat, and in general getting themselves. Dante still hadn't gotten anyone's name, let alone learned anything else than the annoying curiousity the seemingly leader of this group had with her charm.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her, covering her necklace, "Might it be time to get moving? I'm not sure where we would all be headed next, but I know sitting in one place for too long isn't the wisest plan."