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Kenley calls in line behind Wraith. "I think this is a great decision. I am ready to bash some orc skulls in."

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Hearing Quoren ask for armor, Ganathor realizes that it might be a good idea if enemies found it a bit harder to stick pointy things in him, "Oh, studded leather armor would be great for me as well."

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A young genasi of sand and stone hurries out of one of the tents, clumsily adjusting the straps of armor. Kalahari, new to this party and the war in general, had arrived only recently, leaving behind her home town in the hopes of healing those in need. Noticing several folk heading to the supply tent, she hesitated for a moment. It couldn't hurt to make friends, right? She sprinted over to catch up with the back of the group, whispering a warm "Hello!" to the nearest person.

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Wraith having fallen behind the group as he needs no personal gear for their expedition turns to regard the new arrival. His fine half-elven features along with his pink eyes from his albinism leaving him with an other worldly appearance. He turns as the genasai runs up to the group. He says as she arrives, "Hello yourself! Welcome to the great white nowhere, fellow soldier. Your in luck, we're attempting to raid the quarter master's stores for an expedition to locate the orcish camps. Would you like to accompany us?"

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'Fellow soldier.' Wow, it was the first time anyone had called her that! Although an expedition to orcish camps sounded intimidating, this was why she'd come, right? To protect people and heal them, even if this was her first chance to truly stride out into battle. "I, uh yes—I mean, of course!" She stopped fiddling with the leather straps of armor, sticking out her hand to shake in greeting, offering a sheepish smile. "My name is Kalahari! I promise I'll protect you!" 

Kenley spotting the new recruit talking to Wraith, walks over to the two. "Hello, my name is Kenley." sticking his hand out to shake Kalahari's hand. Looking over to Wraith "looks like we have quite a squad forming."

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"It's excellent to meet you, Kenley sir! I promise to heal you as best I can!" Kalahari said energetically, shaking his hand so eagerly small flecks of sand wafted off her skin. Everyone here seemed so strong, so confident. It was thrilling, in a terrifying sort of way.

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Wraith takes the opportunity to introduce Kalhari to rest of the group. "Wraith here. Pleased to meet you, Kalahari. You've met Kenley. There's also Quoren, Quavari, Phen, Ganathor, Xerlax, & Guthric." Wraith points out each member of the group in turn as he mentions their name.

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At this moment, you spot a rather grizzled and somewhat rugged human make his way towards you, a little sway in his step and lilt to his speech: “Well met. I hear your travelling up north towards the Orcish camps. Mind if I join ya? Name’s Wilfred. I’ve been fighting these Orcs for a while, and for my part, am still here.” He stretches out his rather fine hand for so muscular a man, and you notice the crossed eagle’s wings of the medical corps on his sleeve, dissolved for nigh on a year now. Below that, you see a scarred arm, from many a close encounter with Orcish blades.

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Eyes wide, Kalahari bends her head in a quick polite bow as she's introduced to each of the members of the war party. As best as she can tell, it looks as all of them have been through at least one fight. Should she tell them that this is her first? Can they tell? "Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you all—may Ytis shower blessings upon you!" She turned to look at the grizzled human man with a startled curiousness, her eyes flickering to the symbol of the medical corps for as brief moment.

« I was with the Atlas Angels, Sunspear Company at Rivendale. Most of the Third was dead or dying that day... Anyway, ´slong as you’re headed North, I might know my way around. With most of my old unit gone, I don’t really have any other place to be. Reckon y’all could use a medic. No magics though...” 

Looking at the Genasi, he takes their interest as an invitation and grabs the Genasi’s hand in greeting. 

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Ganathor, the Goliath, watches the newcomers dispassionately. When he notices the Genasi's eagerness, he frowns a bit and makes no attempt to introduce himself. He turns away, stowing his hand axe and continuing to follow the quartermaster.

Joining the Goliath, Wilfred acknowledges Quoren with a quick nod, before turning to the Quartermaster. “I’m looking for some blankets, my last posting was down south and I wasn’t issued anything for the winter. Also lost my mess tin, and would need a new one... along with a flask or wineskin... “ he trails off, his eyes glancing around the tent, “D’ya have any chains as well? As for money, I’m a bit tight right now...” He flashes a grin, hoping the quartermaster would understand.

Guthric watches the chaotic introductions and joinings proceed with an alien observance. Before he can deal with this official, one jumps in, and before he can introduce himself, another joins as well. He reflexively shrugged a bit to feel the pull of the strap from his shield, then rested a hand on his war axe within his thick cloak.

"These people," he grumbled to himself, "They want to take half the camp; makes me wonder if they brought their own weapons or planned on the army doing it for them."