Torben
Torben stopped for a moment to hear the half-orc's words. He looked to see what Ragz thought of the situation, only to realize that the kobold was waiting on him. Ragz had laughed, which was probably a good thing. And these people didn't seem as concerned with the fact that he was a bugbear as most others outside of the monastery. They were being chased as well, but still...
Shaking himself, Torben shrugged, settling his packs once again. "We're headed in the same direction, and it seems that we're traveling by day at least today. At the very least, we'll be in a group for the moment; if our paths split, we can figure it out from there." It's noncomittal, but Torben didn't like being the one who made the decision.
Having said his bit, Torben began walking again, fading towards the edge of the road. When he'd been traveling alone, he'd taken to hiding at the road's edge whenever someone came near, and he found himself falling back into that tendency now that he was traveling again with the sun rising above him.