Semina unravels her bed roll off of her, and begins to stand.  Noting Thraim's exhaustion, she walks over to his side and cautiously keeps her eye on the elves.  

'By Thraim's tone, this will be over soon,' she grinds her teeth. 'Sleep will come in some form, whether it be voluntary or death.'

Sander draws his mace and approaches Thraim's side, his mace lowered but ready to swing if necessary.

Heathcliffe rolls onto his other side, undeterred, muttering in his sleep something about biscuits and helping himself to another.

Days and days spent tracking through the forests looking for traces of orcs, kobolds and there ilk and all we manage to actually see is a motley group of people lead apparently by a Dwarf.

  Stay ready with a spell in case this gets bad. Hopefully your magic is better than your tracking.

 "Hail the campsite were coming in"

 Directing my comments to the Dwarf with the oversized sword for one his height.  "My name is Sinjin, this is my friend Adaraliegh". Gesturing to my companion. "If you wouldnt mind sharing your fire and company we would be obliged weve been out here for some time now and are growig tired of talking to each other, well to be honest i talk mostly to myself.

Semina bends an ear towards the conversation between Thraim and Sinjin.  She coughs a bit to hide her laughter, due to the elf's attempted humor.  

Eying the pair of elves once more, 'They look as though they need the sleep just as much as we do,'  Semina changes her stance in a less defensive manner.

 Awaiting Thraim's next exchange, Semina places her arms behind her, and looks towards the dwarf.  She will not budge until his demeanor has subsided.

My tracking? What an arrogant self-centered fool. As if the lack of traces is somehow my fault. I just can't seem to figure why they chose him to accompany me on this important task. And worse I can't figure out his motivation for wanting to go he strikes me has having some personal agenda.  Although his experience in these matters on occasion has proven to be quite helpful the thought of listening to his condescending tone  is grating on my last nerve.

I welcome the company of others hopefully this dubious band of travelers can offer some much needed distraction. Even if they are a shoddy mix.

Heathcliffe can only greet with a roar of a snore.

Sander returns his mace to its place under his cloak.
"I believe him, what do you think Thraim?"

Thraim smiles broadly at the elves and takes his hand off the pommel of his sword.  

"Aye, I believe them as well Sander," Thraim says, "welcome to our fire and camp.  What's so important that you're traveling blind in the middle of the night?  Are you on the run from a group of bandits?"

Semina agrees in silence with Thraim and Sander.  She walks over to the fire and throws a few more logs on it.  With the entrance of the new members to the camp, she can count on no sleep for a while.  

After stoking the fire, Semina  begins to walk towards Icerick making sure his nerves have calm down.  Interesting enough, it looks as though he was never stirred by the elves at all.  'Should I take that as a good sign?' looking towards the horse. 'Seems both elves are disgusted with other either way,' she paces by the horse.  Semina grabs a few rations from her pouch, and walks back towards the fire where everyone is still staring at each other.

"If your hungry from you nights journey, I am able to share a few rations with you," Semina offers to the elves.  "Where ever you are coming from, or headed you must be famished."

Adaralieh intently watches the human as she appears to have genuine concern for her steed. 'Curious most humans I've encountered only regard such an animal as property'. Impressed by her actions I politely accept her offer of rations despite the fact my stomach will wish I had not. Extending a hand to her I introduce myself  " Thank you for your hospitality I am Adaralieh"
Not having as much dealings with outsiders as Sinjin boasts he has I shyly defer any questions about our travels to him.

Thankfully it appears the tension has gone down a bit, I dislike these mid mission surprises.

We have had reports of several orc and kobold incursions along our borders we've been attempting to track them for quite sometime. we havent run into any bandits about luckily.

  Dropping my pack nearer to the fire I sit back on my heels, hopefully that will help put there minds to rest. Adarleigh is talking to the human maybe this won't go to badly.
Have you encountered any orcs or kobolds recently? We are starting to think they might be working together on something , it worries us they usually dont mix much, alone they are barely a nuisance but together. my voice trails off leadingly

Now that he has something to say, Naren says it. "The same situation has prompted our mission. We are attempting to locate this organizing factor."

"Unfortunately, we have no firm idea where it may be - And these woods seem dangerous enough of themselves."

Semina extends her hand as well to Adaralieh, in a greeting manner.  She smiles at the elf, "Welcome.  Please come warm yourself by the fire, and eat."  Semina leads the way over, watching as Sinjin has already made himself comfortable.

"The food isn't much, nor the best,"  Semina begins to explain, "but it will cure hunger in a pinch."  She hands over the rations to Adaralieh, and begins to sit down on her meshed up bed roll.  

"Our party has heard similar reports about Orcs working with different vermin, such as gnolls,  but we have yet to confirm the stories," Semina looks towards Sinjin, and Thraim.

"May you be bathed in the eternal warmth of Moradin's Forge Adaralieh and Sinjin," Thraim says in genuine greeting to elves, "I am Thraim Glorerg.  The sleeping dwarf Snorri Steelskin.  The loudly snoring halfling is Heathcliff Baltimore Greensberry.  The sleeping orckin is Kagan-Zur, and the sleeping elfkin is Theile Starslinger."

Thraim motions to the human male with the mace and says, "This is Sander Lightwalker."

"And this is Naren Ezer," Thraim says motioning to the other awake human male, "and, Semina has already introduced herself with her generosity."

Thraim flashes a weary smile and says, "my companions and I are commissioned by the Duke of Cynosure to scout out the fens at the base of Trollspire Mountains for these goblinoid bands.  Earlier today on the road, we encountered a group of human bandits, and killed two of them.  We were on their trail, but it appears that they have escaped momentarily due to darkness.  In the morning, we'll try to pick up their trail.  You are welcome to join us in our hunt, as it seems that our goals are similar currently."