A displaced feast

It is better lit and has more people than where they were previously, this is a given. They had come in clutch right now, just before the dinner. "People, by the will of the All-Father we have found three survivors and warriors from these lands, those able to resist and thread through the cold."

Like a preacher, the man "introduces" them, gathering the attention of the other hosts, who stop eating to stare at them. Eyes wide with suspicion and doubt. Kyrie sighs in his mind, of course, they are suspicious of them.

They appear out of nowhere and are with a soldier, although for their protection, they have no reason to trust or shelter her too, even if they say she is part of their "team". It is a miracle they let her walk with them unhindered.

"How will we know those people are trustworthy? They are with a soldier, for God's sake, a priest. There are no redder flags than this one." A burly man scoffs from the end of the table. Eyes interlocking with his.