Taking the strip of meat gratefully Evadne sat down with a clang. She began removing her armor with both hands while chewing on the jerky wordlessly. The first thing to come off was her cloak, which she wrapped around herself after everything else was removed. She regarded the hooded man, clad only in a tunic and breeches now, with a small smile. To repay his kindness she rummaged in her leather bag, that had hung at her hip moments before, and threw him a small porcelain jar. "That salve will help your sore muscles. It works, believe me."

For a few moments she regarded the other silent man, and concluded he was either dead or a very quiet man indeed. The tent looked very welcoming to her. Evadne had left the majority of supplies with her dead horse, unable to carry very much save the essentials. The food had run out quickly enough. "My name is Evadne. Hopefully your trust will be gained before we must go forth in battle together. It would be a shame if something happened and you ended up dying when I could have helped save you because you distrust me. She returned to chewing the meat, not even caring what it was.