Ful nii fen kos, Rhindia said with a smile and a nod.  Putting her bow away, she studied the cloaked figure and Multuz as she waited for them to depart from their current locale.  She could only assume they were waiting for something...?  Or someone?  She was sure there were many questions that would be answered through talk during the travels, but for now she meant to keep things simple.  She waited patiently and did a double check on their surroundings while her newfound travelling companions situated themselves.

Endelle was having a great dream, she was fighting a Dovah with a beautiful golden-plated bow. Then, she felt the ground shake around her, panic gained her. Even the Dovah flew away. Then, she opened her eyes a little, just to see what's going on. Right when she looked, the tremors stopped and she heard noises around her. Endelle slipped off her sleeping bag and stood up with hesitation, she wasn't completly awake. She felt something was going on... She saw the two men going near the entrance and heard them talk to someone.

Fos shur au ?

Endelle probably looked confused, but she wanted to know the matter of all this agitation.

Undagaar... The traveller sighed, hearing Endelle callin from within the cave. They stepped back inside to see her. Zeyda annvorey rovaaniik wo laan wah aav mii. Vahr, zu'u lost ni zaak. Nuz zu'u tek "zuk fin zuloraan". The Traveller paused, looking at Endelle's groggy state. Gaav nuk. Mu lif das.

They stepped back outside, only to be greeted with a harsh breeze, and shivered. Gesaag ek fos koros waan rek ulaak wah gir. Zu'u lost vorey meinne fah thunnuhe, dimaar.

Multuz looked eager to leave the cave aswell.

Fos mu pekvon fah? Il mii lif! Ahrk Endelle, grind Rhindia. Rek fahdon ahrk rek fen aav mii.

Multuz was ready to leave, for he had only Oblaanu (his sword), some light armor, and his newly aquired pumice stone.  

Eyvir, fent mu shur?

As the others retrieved their sleeping companion and exited the cave once again, Rhindia nodded and smiled towards Endelle in a friendly greeting.  Eyvir grind, pah.

Another moment's pause as the group gathered itself for the travels, she inquired as to the state of their venture.  Geh, kir!  Gesaag zey do hin tey!  She listened with great interest as they began to head out.  Tales for the travels.

Tey?! Multuz's favorite word. He could go on for the rest of his immortal life telling about his tales. Laan wah hon do fod Ysgramor ahrk zey krifaan lahvu do qethgaaf voth zofkke? Mu lost teivo ahk! AHAHAHAHA!

Rah frey zey... The traveller sighed, irritated. Daar los shur wah kos gein lingrah lirah.