Griswold nods to Rhun in acknowledment.
Crossing his arms, Griswold paces in a small circle. He chuckles aloud."Aye, a fairyboy and a dwarf meet at a crossroad, sounds like a terrible joke. Yer right about us Marya, there is more that meets the eye."
Glancing back at Fen and then to Marya,"It would appear our own cover might align with yers, if that's the case, than what was passed down to us is true, a vampires are gonna be the least of all our worries. Now that being said, I'll join the lot of ye."
Steely-eyed, he glares at both Marya and Rhun."Now both you ain't gonna fight, otherwise that's gonna make me fuming pissed and trust me, ya don't want to see that."
Griswold catches glimpse of Rhun loading her gun, he shakes his head at her discreetly
Igdus had remained at the camp, atop the wagon he had been perched on. Someone needed to keep watch for threats. Seeing as their plan had glaring holes to be exploited by enemies in it. He had ignored all the baseless nonsense Rhun had gone on about. She was just justifying his original reasons for secrecy, recklessness. He kept vigilant for real dangers regardless, if he was an enemy this would be a good opportunity.
"Cityfolk."
He whispered the curse, let the Gnarley have them and their holier then thou dogma. At least with no one near by he could make use of his abilities without worry of discovery. Making sure the coast is clear before doing so. His senses extending beyond their already exceptional range. Granted they still fell short of his true form's reach, such were the drawbacks of his lesser self.
Tobar remained near the caravan, refining a sheet of silk he "found" in the woods.
Gerwyn watches Rhun nervously from a distance, hoping things don't degenerate further.