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Josiane's sword flashes from its scabbard.

"HELMUT! WITH ME!"

She hastens forward to support Desmond/Mondes and Armando.

Highbough is bemused by the turn of events and defensively grips his Ire Spear.

Desmond takes a knee and brings his crossbow up to his shoulder, trying hard not to immediately fire a bolt at the newcomer out of sheer panic.

But he holds, waiting to see if the man does any sort of aggressive act. If he does (e.g. draws a weapon, turns into a werewolf, shows off his barefooted hairy feet, makes his eyes glow red, generally acts in an a non-friendly way), then Desmond will fire.

"AH THERE YOUR ARE! WHAT KEPT YOU?" Olaf grins as he brushes sand from his armor, "You've been missing all the fun!"

"DO YOU LIKE OUR NEW BOAT?" Olaf jumps down from the ruined skiff and turns to look at it, "Hum, I'm afraid I might have put a few scratches on it just now. Wonder if it'll still fly?"

He grins and looks around focusing on any new faces, "I'M OLAF AND THIS IS..."

He considers a moment and turns to the elves and asks, "Just where are we?"

"OLAF!!"

Josiane races across to the young fighter, throws her arms around him and, in a moment of delight and sheer relief, plants a kiss firmly on his lips.

She then remembers her saintly self and steps back, clearing her throat and blushing furiously. (Somewhere, an outraged Saint Winifred has fainted dead away... )

"MY LORD IS - erm - WELL?" she bellows in as ladylike a tone as the howling sandstorm will allow; "ARE DIETER AND TORBEN WITH YOU? AND WHAT OF LORD GUSTAVE?"

She looks at the beached sand-ship in some bewilderment.

"CLEARLY THERE IS MUCH TO TELL!"

Torben

Torben arrives with a great leap over the ridge and into view. He looks back and waves the way ahead, skirting down the sand towards the ship...

Highbough is pleased to see his minions have made good use of their alone-time. He approaches and listens to Olaf's story with great interest.

Helmet rushes to place himself between Josiane and the newly (and impressively) arrived foe, only to be brushed aside by his charge as she rushes forwth to kiss the newcomer!

He carefully returns the blade of Seyal to its sheath, and mutters a vow to Thuul to review his studies on sainthood...

Olaf is surprised, but quickly returns Josiane's kiss, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

Then he releases her and grins, more than a little red faced himself.

"WELL, YES!" Olaf replies to her questions, shouting over the wind, "DIETER AND TORBEN ARE UP THERE," he waves to the plain behind the crater where they were chasing Wolfmen. "THIS WAS THEIR BOAT, BUT THEY ABANDONNED IT WHEN DIETER AND I JOINED THEM ABOARD HER."

Turning grave he continues, "Don't know about Gustave..."

"A fine vessel, Olaf! Wen and I have memorized the detection spells we discussed, and Ulric has brought his scrying device,", says Highbough. "Shall we chase down these wolf-men and find out what they know?"