A cloaked figure enters the hall, flipping a coin in his hand as he looks around. Pulling off the hood, he looks around the hall, noticing some new as well as old faces.He pockets the coin and trudges over to a table where a small band of heroes sit.
"At least some of us are still around, eh?" Johon says, approaching the edge of the table. "Well... at least you all..." the raider trails off. It'd been months since he'd last quested at all, and still didn't know how to deal with the situation. Partly unable to forgive himself for his actions but conflicted that he had been trying to help. "How many people are still around here anyways?" he inquires.