(Post written by Script and Tiko)
The crunching of booted feet on snow would become faintly audible as the battle progressed; an early sign of an approach. Before long Sylvire would come into view on the mountain path leading up to the temple, heavy cloak wrapped around her as protection against the wind and cold, a light dusting of snow covering it. She lowered her hood as she first spotted Rynhart and Parlina at the edge of the rocky outcrop on which Taima and Kento sparred, allowing her hair to blow free.
Using her staff to aid her approach, the sorceress made her way over to the group, calling out as she did so, "Hail!"
The sorceress was not familiar with those assembled here, barring Taima, though she had met Parlina once before. "I hope I find you all well." Sylvire inclined her head to the group.
"I am Sylvire Nasazura, to those of you who have not met me previously. I am sure that Taima has mentioned me before." she said, "I have come on Taima's recommendation to meet with the one named Kento."
Sylvire looked to Kento himself, "Which, I assume, is you?" she queried - the only other male present being, after all, an elf (at least in appearance) as opposed to human. "But before we skip straight to there, I would like to acquaint myself with all of you. A general is no use if she does not know her allies."
At Sylvire's arrival, Taima signaled a cease to the spar as she slipped out of her readied stance and offered a respectful bow of her head towards Sylvire. Even with the months she had spent in the sorceress's company at the library, Taima was never one to overlook formalities.
The pleasant notes drifting from Rynhart's flute ceased with the greetings and introductions, the small object vanishing beneath the folds of his heavy coat.
“It is an honor, as always. Sylvire Nasazura,” Taima said, her voice more of a throaty growl. “And indeed, he is,” she added, as Sylvire correctly picked Kento out of the group. “Parlina you have met," she continued, a gesture of her shield arm towards the druid seated beside Rynhart. "The other is Rynhart, and ah..." she paused, her tone shifting almost to one of exasperation. Though it would be difficult to tell for the newer additions to the group. For those that hadn't spent a great deal of time with the dragonborn warrior, the draconic visage and throaty growls could be a challenge to read. "That would be Alair," she finished, her gaze shifting above Sylvire towards the sky overhead, somewhere behind the sorceress's position.
At Taima's introduction of him, Rynhart offered a brief incline of his head, a subtle nod, towards Sylvire, though for the time being he was content to watch the happening events. The late arrival of his pupil Alair was met with a brief questioning arch of his eyebrow, though he was confident the half-breed would explain his late arrival soon enough.
