Four pairs of eyes turned sharply towards Motan, with a smile instantly lighting up three faces, while a tall humanoid creature weakly chuckled and nodded.
Jadka, Ya Ya, Fire Yang, and Cordova with an ominous cloud etched on his brow line.
Upon seeing Motan, the first two literally lightened up. Jadka, the old explosive expert, was relatively calm, just carelessly shifting his 'iced' magic wand to a corner, while Ya Ya pounced onto Motan with her tiny tongue sticking out, ready to lick his face in an instant...
"Calm down!" With beads of sweat tickling down his forehead in dismay, Motan held onto Ya Ya's racing head, stopping the eager half-orc young girl from lunging towards him. He quickly nodded towards Jadka, the only one with whom he never had a communication barrier, "You're here?"
Jadka stroked his beard, grinning, "We're here, and it's been a pretty smooth journey."
Motan pointed his chin towards the outside of the tent, "And then it exploded when you got here?"