Joy raises an eyebrow at the mispronunciation of Vazo'yn becoming 'Verrin', but before she can say anything, he offers the correction himself with his usual calm clarity. That settled, she turns her attention to the newcomer. She sizes up Entropy with a warrior’s instinct: the chainmail, the posture, the quiet control. Grinning, the Hexblood steps forward and offers a hand with an easy confidence.

“Well, that’s good to hear. The pleasure’s ours, Entropy. Anyone who can keep up with her," she jerks a thumb toward Ayo with mock exasperation, then giggles, “has my respect already.”

Riven stands a little behind the others at first, half-shadowed by the slanting light of the setting sun. He continues to scan the crowd in a methodical manner. When Ayo’s arm shoots up in a bright, unmistakable blur of blue, he pauses, his eyes tracking her she approaches the group.

The presence of the new member of their group catches his attention, Entropy. As he looks at her clad in armor, It’s not hostility he feels, but the experience of a man who’s seen people become threats before they introduce themselves.

As Vazo’yn corrects Irvan, Riven steps forward slightly, nodding once in silent support as his gaze rests on Irvan. T

Then Entropy speaks. Her tone is measured, her presence disciplined, and something in Riven eases. Not out of comfort, but respect.

He nods toward her, his voice low but even. “Likewise. It’s good to meet someone who walks in with eyes open and armor tight.” He offers a faint, polite smile that barely touches his lips.

Jacaranda watches the other group but also her own and how they react to each individual, for her own part she nods politely but that is all.....for now.

She does crack the slightest of smiles and a raised eyebrow in Rivens direction as he speaks....

Ylis is just filled with positive waves!

There is a celebration going on, there are new friends found, there are no bad guys in sight (PER check 8).

Things are looking up!

Irvan nervously laughs, shuffling his feet a bit and waving a dismissive hand at Vazo’yn’s correction. “Ah, yes, well, it was a guess, but hey, I got a ‘V’ in there. Lucky guess.” He begins to melt into the background of the meeting of two groups. Sensing the discomfort, Ayo comes to Irvan’s rescue by grabbing Joy’s dangled hook.

“You did a pretty good job of keeping up yourself. And in armor, besides.” She says with a wide grin. “Entropy is practically inseparable from her armor too. I don’t think I have ever seen her out of it.” She teases.

Entropy nods in agreement, seemingly unaware of how unusual this behavior is. “When bandits ambush you in the night, they will not grant the kindness of allowing you to gird yourself in armor before slitting your throat.”

Her eyes pan over the Fellowship, sizing them all up individually. Her eyes linger on Riven, the intensity in his eyes and the disciplined stance matches her own and she locks eyes. A kindred spirit who values preparedness. She nods at him, returning the faint smile.

Ylis hops up high enough to get a peek at the crowd and the two elders on stage, who both point directly at her. “There she is! The last one. Oh, will you look at that. It seems that every finalalist had already gathered up. How did you all know you were finalists? That confident, eh? Well, did you know that you will be divided into teams?!” Elder Colbu Kaz says with hands on his hips.

Elder Ushru gestures at the collection of victors. “Of course, because I just said it. How can one with ears that large hear so poorly?” he bellows at Elder Kaz. The goblin looks up at the orc elder and responds. “How can one have such a keen sense of smell with such thick hair sprouting from their nose!?” The crowd erupts in uproarious laughter. 

Elder Ushru briefly covers his nose before offering his own rancorous laughter and waving the two groups of people to follow as he and Elder Kaz step off the stage, “Please, worthy few, follow us.” he tilts his head in a bow, though it is unclear if he does this in reverence or embarrassment for his exposed lapse in grooming.