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Vale felt as if he might be dreaming, a sharp pinch dashed these thoughts of course. Regardless it seemed unlikely and unplausible that a host of strangers all of assorted backing would be as comfortable with his presence as these few here, nevertheless it were true. Vale arose slowly without doing anything to further draw attention. As accepting as things appeared the elf remained apprehensive, choosing to follow along with the flow of things. Should someone address him directly he'd respond in kind but for the time being he remained silent in an effort to keep from attracting too much attention. 

Underneath this though Vale couldn't help but feel hopeful at the offer of succor, it had been long since he'd had somewhere he might rest a moment in peace without fearing a knife in the dark. Although his cynical nature threatened to quell this feeling Vale held onto it deep down, perhaps. 

Of course, as the group planned to travel and Vale sought to not potentially draw undue attention to his newfound companions, Vale replaced his mask and hood as he prepared to set off with the rest.