As a means of precaution, Evie took to speculating the worst intentions such suspicious characters may have. She made the mistake of trusting so blindly once, and she had paid the price for it. But never again. Confident under the protection of Talbot and Tim—yes, even Tim with his shaky confidence and surprisingly endearing ungainliness—she held the mysterious newcomer's gaze as he locked his sights on her, an almost haughty and provoking look set in her eyes. If this man meant harm, it would serve them better if he were to think they were not afraid of someone like him. She looked at Tim, then back at the encampment where it was apparent that there were some too worse for wear, and the corners of her mouth turned downwards ever so slightly. They had numbers against this man, but it was questionable whether they matched his strength. Longwinded as he was, it seemed he had more energy to spare than some of the Shepherds combined. 

For now, however, it seemed there was no need to start worrying about fighting. In a show of goodwill, the 'humble spellcaster' was quick to offer both provisions and his services to the team. He introduced himself in an almost pretentious manner, falling into longwinded rambling that she barely paid attention to. At that point, two more of the Shepherds came to the forefront—Rachel and Luna, if she remembered correctly. 

Evie found safety in numbers, but it perturbed her that the man didn't seem at all worried. When it became obvious that the Shepherds were not as willing to accept him as he may have assumed, the Dark Mage simply launched into another rather verbose speech. Evie warily noted the deliberateness in his words and actions. The more he spoke, the less she trusted him, and she hadn't trusted him at all to begin with. Too smooth, too detailed, too certain. Evie could already list off a handful of things she thought to be suspicious behavior.

Luckily, the tactician seemed to be as wary as she had been. Evie didn't know whether questioning him would help—he seemed far too crafty to be tricked into revealing information—though it could be interesting to see how he'd respond. 

While everyone focused on Logan, Evie subtly ghosted her fingers on Talbot's shoulder, hoping to get his attention without others noticing. [b]"What do you think, Talbot?"[/b] she asked him, her words barely a whisper. Evie didn't want to divulge any of her thoughts, but she had come to the conclusion that keeping an eye on the lone wanderer might be for the best. At least this way, whatever shenanigans he was planning would have to be done right under their nose.