He’d been here on this mountain side for a few hours now and had tried to relax and hope it eased his pains, but his body still ached after his impromptu landing. So having given up on that attempt he had instead decided to sit on a small makeshift seat gatherd from the pile of rubble and shaped himself a sword before beginning to use a stone to sharpen its blade. A reasonably futile task given that the blade formed sharp anyways, but it was a simple task. One which gave him a strange clarity of thought and helped to centre his thoughts by directing his body into a manual task that was little more than muscle memory, allowing him to concentrate more on other things.
There was a faint sound of disturbed stones nearby, growing slowly louder and more frequent as he listened. Almost as if another was traversing the rubble that had been strewn across this mountainside, which seemed to be rather odd considering its remote location as well as the chill in the air. But, he admitted to himself as he listened to the noise growing closer, the crash itself was likely to have alerted a rather large radius that something had impacted rather heavily and most likely draw them to its epicentre. That was most likely to result in attracting the wrong sort, which was not what he wanted, but at the same time it may also help to draw the others to him as well, especially considering that he had no idea where they could have went following the destruction of Tinker Tocker.
He lifted his head from his sword and stone at the appearance of a boy, with long flowing blonde hair that seemed to complete obscure his vision of the wider world beyond a brief glimpse of his feet.
"You seem lost, stranger. Take your rest by the fire, I seek no conflict."
He placed the rock into the pile he was currently using a seat before gesturing with the hand towards the fire and smiling beneath his helmet. Though moments after doing so he sighed inwardly and shook his head at the idiocy of trying to reassure someone who could not see anything of your features and even if it wasn’t completely concealed the boy’s hair would likely make sure it was.
Moments after the blonde haired boy had reached the relative safety of the fire, admittedly it was its mere existence which cultivated such a view, Martellus could have sworn there was another shape in the darkness. This time though there was no sound of footsteps on stone to confirm it. Wary that it was there and slowly contemplating that it may have been his imagination he went back to sharpening his blade, waiting for the boy to speak when he was ready.
He looked up again as he caught another flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. On one of the nearby rocky outcrops he could barely make out what appeared to be a faint shadow, though what exactly it was still seemed to be a mystery. As he watched for a few moments more he managed to catch it moving again; doing what appeared to be slowly trying to get a better look at them without revealing itself from what he could tell. The shape appeared to be vaguely humanoid, abet heavily concealed by the shadows, which made him decide to weigh his options.
Either it was someone hunting them or another who was as lost as they, or it may be someone who could direct them? If it was the former then so be it and if it turned out to be the latter then much the better
"You can approach slowly lass, we mean you know harm. Come, sit awhile."