Vex swivels her full frame of seven foot six inches around to face the noise, nostrils flaring in alarm, her short sword drawn in anticipation as she takes in the sight of the pumpkin headed creature. Snarling at the new stranger she growls out a warning. "Hold yerself stranger, before someone gets themself hurt."

"So... Anyone else see the giant pumpkin floating about my shoulder? Yeah? Okay, not just me then... Ahem..." I emmit an ear shattering, exceptionally prepubescent scream as I leap towards the nearest source of safety. Which ever one of my teammates is closest. I think it's the dwarf or thing that was a lizard... Hopefully, it's not the Metalman.

With a squeak as his jaw opened, Falchion spoke to the newly arrived member.

"Well, that is different. Very different. I assume you are the member his lordship Diaza instructed to meet use here. If you are not, I suggest we make haste to head north. If you are, I suppose introductions are in order. Starting with you."

As the Warforged finished speaking his mouth snapped back loudly. For the first time around the group, the mechanized metal's presence shifted. His seemingly perfect posture shifted (Although, if one is designed to stand perfectly straight, is it really perfect posture?). The giant shook his head in anger, his metal joint clanging around against each other.

Squeak, "Ah, to hell with this infernal squeaking." Falchion reached into his bag, pulled out a pint of oil, and preceded to drink it as he waited on the scarecrow's reply.

I bring the volume of my "laughter" to a slight chuckle, then it stops.
'I apologize for startling you. I just couldn't help myself, friends. I am a Wandering Scarecrow.'

*Theres a rustle of if straw as i rise to my full height.

'From what ive gathered of my "life", i was created by a nameless old hag. I used to guard a magical artifact known as "The Light", she held so dear to her twisted, diseased heart. Alas, it consumed her tainted soul and vanished from this plane of existence. Freed from her enchantment and tyranny, I set off to build a life for myself. The good Lord found me standing in his private gardens speaking to some birds and contracted my services.  Before I left the witch's hovel, I studied everything that she owned. I'm a formidable  spell caster of great power. I've learned much in my 170 years of existence.

*cocks head to side and back as if twitching*

'Hm...you asked my name. Sadly, I do not know it. I haven't spoken to intelligent humanoids in a long time. I prefer the company of birds. They do not flee in fear of my shape and sound'.

*A sound emenates from the pumkin headed lifeform which could only be described as a sigh, rather a chill wind settles on the company*

'So, my dear friends, it is up to you what you call me for I care not. After my lengthy anecdote I'm prepared to set off for our journey if the rest of you are.'

*more laughter as I pet the head of the young frightened sorcerer*

 'Indeed child, The Great Pumpkin is my Lord and protector. My He bless us all with grace and a bountiful harvest'

Looking at the monstrous form in front of him, Derrak scratched his head thoughtfully. "Hmm. How about we call it Ben Dover. Or Bo Nerr. Or Willie Focker, or maybe Ray Pugh."

Laughing heartily, the dwarf looked around at his companions. "I have some more, but those are my favorites. Personally my vote goes with Ray Pugh. It has a nice ring to it."

Terrified of the strange and nightmarish visage that had recently violated your sacred space, you vault towards the nearest figure of safety and protection... or rather, the lesser of two frights. You catapult directly into the body of the mechanoid. Your speed catches him off guard, and so you manage to slam into him. However, your momentum is not enough to knock him over, or to even truly rattle him. In short, you smash your face into a metal man's chest.

"Ah. Well, I am going to call you Scarecrow. Mostly because the dwarf is being ridiculous. I am Falchion Brachebach, or rather you may address me as such. Much like you, I am not truly alive, and thus I have a name only in a symbolic form. I suggest you come up with your word of recognition, it makes it easier for those of living flesh to accept that you... well that you exist."

The squeaking and snap that usually accompanies the warmonger's words has faded a good bit. He looks down at the child, still drinking the oil when there are pauses in his speech.

"Yea. That's what happens. I'm metal, its not like hugging a human. Or even a tree! Drunk half-Orc tried to headbutt me one time. His skull cracked open. So, did you learn your lesson?"

'Dear friends, you may call me Jack. And Jack means...me!'

"Very well. I suggest the rest of our introductions take place while we walk."

Taking another swig of oil, Falchion headed back towards the road.

Vex watches the commotion around her grimacing when the small humanoid with less hair smashed into the giant metal man. Her yellow eyes flick to watch the warforged head towards the road. "Ah'm Vex. Ah'm not some dog t'be petted and fed neither. Ah'm a gnoll of the Sharpeclaw pack. Former Sharpeclaw pack. Don't get in mah way or you'll find a blade between th' ribs."

She then starts to follow the metal man her sling out twirling it as she walks in the vicinity of him.