As you step towards the tent the one that had gone inside comes back out with a hand resting on the pommel of a sword on his belt.

Tierra watches the man's sword arm, trying to tell if he's about to attack or is just on guard because of Falzaren approach.

The man seems to be simy watching carefully as he approaches. His hand is not in position to grab the sword but is resting upon it.

„Is it just me or do you get the feeling they don‘t really care about visitors? Very strange when you consider what we have seen in the last two days.“

"They also appear to be intoxicated," Tierra says, "and from what I've seen in my limited time in a... bar... people tend to stop caring about things the more drunk they get."

„It depends, it also influences your judgement and removes your selfcontrol and fear. It can make you more outgoing or aggressive as well.“

"One of you did cause the fire to suddenly spark up as well. So their wariness is something to forgive, perhaps?" Belmarm whispered to the others before in a show of courage attempting to step up at least aside whoever happened to be in the front, and give the sword wielder a big 'ol smile. "Good evening my finely dressed friend. The name is Bel, and these here our my friends." 

He gives a sweeping gesture to the others. "Forgive us for the intrusion upon your camp. When we had saw it in the distance, we couldn't help but be curious given the state of the land. Curious still of who might be leading this merry band of yours. If we've overstepped in our focus there, I do apologize for as much. But, might we speak with them this eve, if only to gain their approval of being allowed to stay with you all this evening?"

The man moves to block the way more but before he can speak a muffled voice can be heard from the tent. As it ends the man moves his arms so they are crossed but he steps to the side.

Falzaren will top about 10 feet short of the tent and wait to see if the speaker inside says anything.

"You have my thanks, my well equipped friend." Belmarm says to the 'guard'. Grinning, unless stopped the Shadar-Kai makes his way inside the tent. He won't bother beckoning the others inside. Nor did he make any assumptions of their following behind him. There were words to be had, and hesitating at the doorway would get them nowhere at this point.

The man moves his arm to block him. "You will not go in until called for. It would be a waste of time for you to attempt to enter one at a time. Assemble your companions then come back."

Nadariel will move up to Belmarn and wait patiently. 

Errol:

Errol will also move up and wait for an invitation to continue.

Tierra follows Nadariel, fidgeting with her staff and clearly not liking being around so many people.

Once the party assembles with Ismark and Ireena included the man moves to let them inside.

Magic flames cast a reddish glow over the interior of this tent, revealing a low table covered in a black velvet cloth. Glints of light seem to flash from a crystal ball on the table as a hunched figure peers into its depths. As the crone speaks, her voice crackles like dry weeds. “At last you have arrived!” Cackling laughter bursts like mad lightning from her withered lips.

Tierra seems a bit put off by the women.

Falzaren will nod his head politely, "Thank you for extending us your hospitality this night. May I ask how you knew we were coming?"

The old woman simply smiles and let out another cackling laugh.

"Well Falzaren I have a gift for such things. Much like you do with your Draconic Ancestry..." She says before turning her head.

 "Tierra you look uncomfortable. I already know that after your time in that awful village you do not like most people but I mean you no harm." Her eyes once more turned to the rest of the Party.

"Belmarm you seem to have secrets that you are keeping but is that surprising for one who served the Raven Queen?"

"Nadriel you uphold yourself to the ideals of Helm. That is much to live up to. I hope you make your mother proud."

"Errol for one with such a keen mind and your study at CandleKeep is it not rather strange that you did not further train yourself in the magical arts."

Errol:

"Yet even so very keen a mind as mine cannot intuit your name, or your purpose here," says Errol.  "You are obviously knowledgeable about us--perhaps you can tell us a bit about yourself, and maybe even enlighten us as to why a messenger from your people crossed the boundary between worlds to lure us to Barovia under false pretenses," he continues boldly, if with very little tact.

Tierra doesn't answer the women, still tense.