[Thenamir]

Thenamir eyed the new stranger closely from his vantage point, which was behind and to the left of Volkmar as he set his heavy warhammer to the ground, leaning against the rocks which had been his hiding place the night before. The stranger's dark hair and odd yet somehow familiar accent did not put him off his guard, but he felt he must at least address the stranger. But he would do so from a position of strength and not vulnerability -- the events of last night were too close in mind to allow that.

Thenamir stood out from his cover and shouted "Hail, good sir!" loud enough to cover the rasping of his sword as it slid from its sheath. Volkmar swung round, warhammer ready to hand in an eyeblink, and faced Thenamir, who held his sword Aranbold in a defensive, non-threatening position. "Hungry indeed I am," Thenamir continued, "but forgive me if I request to know my host better before partaking of his kindness. My escape from my enemy's traps is far too near to be trusting, and his spies are numerous, and cunning."