The small groups of humans were joined by a second group, this one containing about eight more people of various races. About two more humans, three bird-like individuals, and three more humanoids that had four arms and smooth skin. Within their arms were an assortment of weapons, ranging from small arms to welding tools, hissing with fire. All threatening the Varyx.
The man who lowered his gun looked away from Tearys and to his fellows, "Stop it. She's isn't one of them and we need to stick together. Night time is almost on us and we need to get on the walls. She could help us."
When he finished, about half of the people around lowered their weapons, and snuffed their torches. But the other half weren't ready to trust a stranger, "How do we know she would help us? I say we should just kill her before she kills us." Said one avian-man.