Gamli kept himself expressionless as always, still suspicion radiated through him. What did this mixed bag of humans intend? He was, if not exactly helpless, still vulnerable. In his current state he would be far too easy to evade and equally easy to capture.
Scene: night, brightly lit. Three travelers concealed safely within a brushy bramble patch.
One head lifts, turns, a hand draws aside the edge of the no-color cloak.
A whisper on the air, “Hssst!”