Pressing Forward

Sterling Tempest bite his tongue as Grassy spoke. Listening to her was like beating his head on a rock. He gave a small snort out of his nose, quietly enough where it was unlikely any others notice. He quickly turned his scowl around and a sincere smile crossed his face, knowing that despite knowing this to be a disaster of an idea, these two troupes were going to mingle and he could not risk being on bad terms with them.

"You sure are out in dangerous territory for being such a small and inexperienced group," Sterling said observing the other settlers, "It's tough out here if you're not prepared," he said as a small smirk came from his smile.

"My name is Sterling Tempest..." he introduced himself.

Silver did not care to much for the formalities of the ponies, but the one named Sterling caught his attention. Even if by a little. He seemed to show a more honest approach to the danger and seriousness of the situation they were all in.

He said nothing, but he let his gaze stay on him for a lot longer than the others, measuring and watching how he carried himself. Silver did noting to ease up his own aggressive stance, not bothering to be any more welcoming or look approachable.

Bounty sipped the drink lightly as he made a bit of a face, forgetting and regretting buying it so cheap. Maybe he should of spend the last of his bits on something better for the trip. Not like bit will do him any good with Gypsies or bartering ponies out here. He had to trade a lantern to that one colt for some supplies he had lost.

Bounty knew he didn't want any part of those Gypsies. Which was good considering they hated everyone outside their own little circle. So maybe for once things will go his way and they would leave him alone..