Rachel's attention was called away from Luna to the commotion going on at the crest of the dune where three of their number had been gathered earlier. She stood and motioned Luna to follow her, approaching the trio from behind. "Talbot, what's going on?" The Tactician quietly asked the Dark Mage, already making assessments as she gathered all information based on observations. 

For starters the trio's body language suggested some amount of danger, as such Rachel's hand drifted to where she kept her Elthunder tome. Her eyes darted to the stranger approaching, his body language didn't seem hostile but she hadn't seen or heard whatever it was that put her comrades so ill at ease. She made a very quick judgement, if things were to progress as they were someone was going to get hurt, and no one has the energy to waste in this heat. She placed her hand on Talbot's shoulder. "Stand down for now, let's see what he has to say before you fry him." With that she addressed the newcomer, stepping forward with open arms.. "Hail stranger! Come here so that I might speak with you without the shouting and hostilities!"