Yan glanced around the impromptu village outside the mine entrance before finding a campfire with a few different groups of chasers around it. They looked like they had gathered around the campfire so that they didn't all have to make their own. They exchanged a few words here and there, but didn't seem very talkative.
Yan stretched and yawn, letting signs of fatigue show on his face. He walked over, carrying his backpack.
"Mind if I take a seat?" He asked, glancing around, looking for someone with the self-claimed authority to grant him permission. But the others around the campfire looked at each other without saying much as if they were also wondering who was in a position to allow a stranger to join them.
"I think Tam-Tam made the fire, but he's not here right now. Go ahead." Eventually, a man with scraggly hair and a bushy beard answered him without looking up from the leather armor he was massaging with grease.
