Seeing the sign that it was okay to rejoin Sharphorn, Runa removed her arrow from the bow and placed it back in her quiver before putting the bow on her back. Though they appeared to be friendly now, it was hard to say that they would remain so if she came down the grassy hill with a bow ready to shoot. Once that was taken care of, she stood and made her way down the hill behind Thorgili, who appeared to be at ease among those he had just been ready to kill. As always, large crowds made Runa wary, so she hung back a bit while Thorgili and Sharphorn talked to the halfling marshal about the possibility of traveling together for a while. The halfling appeared to be okay with the idea, which Runa supposed was a good thing. She would have avoided the caravan altogether, but she was willing to concede to Sharphorn and Thorgili's decisions about such things. They were typically better about... well, anything that didn't involve stealth or theft. Not to mention that they were the only two people she considered to be her friends. It wouldn't have done to have abandoned them over something so simple.