[Ramza hugs his sister a moment longer...it has been so long since he has seen her...and then slowly lowers his arms.]

Alma, you must come and meet my friends. [He knows they will all like one another. They have to, right?]

[Alma giggles.] Brother, I sent you off for firewood not a candlemark ago, and you come back with new friends instead?

[She does not seem surprised, though. Despite being disowned and exiled, Ramza did have his followers. He was constantly finding people to join his band in the fight against evil. She turned to greet these newest party members.]

Welcome. Friends of Ramza's are of course friends of mine. Please come and share our camp.