The amount of time it took for the pair to find Escellar and his assembled merry-band was about what Riley had suspected. It was easy to assume a large crowd of well-wishers -- or mob, as Riley would prefer to call them with the barricade they had to set up -- was going to see them off with their targets being the beasts that had destroyed their home and killed their loved ones. Pushing through the crown was not as easy for the pair, so reaching the effective clearing that had been created was a godsend for her. 

Seeing the group that had assembled, Riley was neither impressed or disappointed by the people the Captain had gathered; they all appeared to be talented, experienced people, a group of people she never considered herself a part of. She found herself swallowing back a sudden case of nerves, and continued to look about at the group as a whole. Small, probably exclusive, and included in it was Corinkarus's nephew, Lucius. 

[i]Corinkarus...[/i] The man had been like a surrogate grandfather to her when she arrived at Cykes with her uncle, yet, she never once worried about his safety. She didn't want to believe it, perhaps she always thought the man was going to live forever with neither his eccentricities or time being able to quell his life, but the look in his eyes... For now, Riley brushed aside any sorrow, there were still the culprits for them to kill.

Approaching the elf and his female companion, it was Fion to motion a greeting and speak first to their recruiter. "Eldren" visibly scoffed at his words while keeping his gaze centered on the red headed girl. "I can speak for him," the voice of the warlock had said, "the boy has endured much, and I had witnessed a fight of his at the remnants of the Burrow. I think he had at least deserves a chance to slay those who left him the last while he was away." The old man's face smiled. "But who are you young lady?" She was keeping the pangs of jealously out of her voice. "I do not believe we've met."