If the rest of the group wasn't certain about the usefulness or skills of its new recruits, Simon was just as uncertain of the group he had found himself with. He knew some of them to be quite capable warriors, swift, clever, and strong. Some of the others? Well, he had to wonder if they wouldn't hold the Wardens back more than help them. He saw it in the eyes of those who had been traveling with the group for some time. He was still an unknown to them, his own usefulness in question. And to some, he was simply a Templar. Either a force to be feared, respected, or shooed away. He'd come to terms with the fact that not every citizen was a fan of the Templars (he was barely a fan himself at times).
So he'd kept to himself for the most part as they'd left the city. He would get to know his travel companions, and future brothers (or sisters) in arms, as they went along. After all, fighting at someone's side when they didn't know or trust you was just as foolish as fighting by yourself. That he'd learned over the years. Unfortunately, it seemed that he wasn't going to have the luxury of getting to know these people before being tossed into battle with them. Okay, perhaps not battle, but a skirmish, from the sound of it. His part of the group was still a ways from it, but nonetheless, he drew his sword as he approached.
It turned out to be a minor skirmish, with some bandits deciding that a girl was a pretty decent target. Unfortunately for them, the Wardens had come across them before they could do any real damage. By the time Simon approached the small group (after admiring the horse for a moment; he had never seen one so close up before), the girl was already on her feet (uneasily, however), looking a little worse for wear. But, from what he could tell by a brief glance, she appeared to be relatively unhurt. There was, however, blood present that seemed to have no source. But it was easy to blame that on any one of the bandits lying on the ground. Something that did not escape his eye, however, was the unease of a few of their members. What it was due from, he couldn't tell. He wasn't, however, thrilled at the idea of them taking on a wounded woman into the group. He might have been new to the group himself, but he couldn't see how the redhead could add any usefulness to the party.