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William stared after the fellow, then looked down at his own hand. It was dirty, but tanner's dye was nasty stuff. It would not have done to stain everything he touched, especially not when he would have to handle all that paperwork. He'd already crumpled a few important papers by accident, but presenting them with black smudges might lead to open rejection of the goods they had been promised.

He frowned, suddenly remembering that the man had been handling grain sacks not moments before. That dye would not only stain your hands, William knew that at least some of the dyes were hazardous to ingest. He turned to stop the travellers handling the sacks, but they had already moved out of sight. With a grunt William shook his head. He'd just have to hope nothing happened, and perhaps it would be wise to send a warning to the stranger to ensure he did not handle foodstuffs any more.

The veteran sighed. "I need a mage to slow down the sun. I don't have enough time to handle everything with that thing speeding along!" Still shaking his head, William starts to head back to his wagon. If he was lucky there wouldn't be somebody waiting for him with questions or complaints, like there had been every day since they left New Cyre.

William suppressed a sigh when another comes asking him about travel papers, and he was just about to respond when another interrupted. The man frowned slightly as the second newcomer admitted to being 'not the best of mind' and claimed to be called 'Ghostwalker', which wasn't a good name to carry in the best of times. Then again, as said, Thorn might not be the easiest of names either.

Nonetheless he extended his hand, leaving his metal hand still clamped around his back. "William d'Deneith. Good to meet you both." He left his hand hanging in the air, waiting for someone to grasp it. "You are asking me about travel papers, correct? Yes, well, I cannot say with certainty that the refugees will need them, but they are provided for just in case. Last thing I need is troubles at the border, you see. If the two of you wish to join this little band of travellers I would certainly not mind if you brought some travel papers with you, as I told the last fellow, because I cannot say I will be able to provide them for you.
"However, and I also told this to the last person who came looking for a place amongst the refugees, you are welcome to help out for a few days while I find out what I can do for you."

"And so more curious characters join our little band. Rune will have a handful looking out for any mischief these three might cause. In fact, we had better get camp closed off so no more strangers wander in asking for a place in the caravan."

William flashes a smile at the man, glad he won't need to sort out more paperwork for him. "That's all we need, sir Ghostwalker. Now, if a Warforged named Rune has not sent you to me I suggest you report to him, he'll make sure you get settled in the group. If you have any further questions you can come to either of us."