Waiting long enough for the talk to turn away from faith and the ramblings of those with any left, Alfonzo steps out from a dark shadowy wall he was resting up against as he listened to the conversation of the strangers. The dark man with the even darker colored clothing is barely discernable until he steps up to the group.
"I heard talk of an ogre, dressed as a mage. I find that notion not only preposterous but a bit ridiculous as well. I am Alfonzo, ranger from the north. What news of survival can be learned in this place? Or is this like everywhere else......where we are all doomed?"
The newcomer looks around for a place to quench his dry mouth and throat, hoping these fellows have a plan in mind that could use a good tracker and an even better archer.
