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[GiglameshDespair]

"I want to know why. Why are you becoming a psion hunter?"
He'd decided to ask all his erstwhile companions. Especially the sorcerer girl. He had no trust in her resolve.

[Criptfeind]

The Goliath thinks for a moment on this question before replying.

"I suppose I don't have some grand reason for this. I'm out to see the world, do what I can in it, learn what I can. The Psionic hunt seems like as good a thing to take part in for now as anything. Gives me a direction in my wandering, and allows me to do some good for the world."

Pathseeker then considers.

"So why are you here? You don't seem particularly happy most of the time. But you travel with Guilhayl all the same."

[GiglameshDespair]

Mutt shrugged in response to Pathseeker's question. "I'm sure you'll find that out sooner or later."

"So do you think psions are evil, then? They deserve to be killed?"

[Criptfeind]

"Are all psions evil and deserve to be killed? Like most sources of evil in the world I would assume that there are shades of grey, even in psions. A psion might not be a bad person themselves, but if they continue to play with a evil force and disrupt society then they should be stopped. I am not sure if I would go so far as to call them evil. Careless, selfish, childish. Maybe those could be better descriptors. At any rate, they should certainly be stopped. Death might seem like a harsh punishment, but it is the law, and these people know they are putting society in danger and what the consequences of that is.

So. Are psions evil? Probably not always. Do they deserve to be killed? Most of the time they probably do."

[GiglameshDespair]

Mutt managed to keep the venom out of his voice.
"I... see. What if they used their psionics for a good cause? Protecting the weak, the innocent, slaying the evil? Should they be punished for using psionics to do so?"

[Criptfeind]

"It's a interesting moral quandary. If I was personally put into a situation where I had to make that call, it would have to depend on a lot of factors. If the pison was immediately protecting people at the time, I wouldn't try to stop the psion. And, in the immediate aftermath of whatever heroics they took part in... It's a harder question, but I don't think I could bring myself to punish someone immediately. Although perhaps that would be wrong of me I would likely let them go. If they continued to use psionics after the fact? In that case they should be stopped. Doing a evil action to further a good cause does not give carte blanche on future evil actions."

[GiglameshDespair]

Hmm. A brain in this puppet, but he dances on strings nonetheless.

"Alright, final question, Pathseeker. What if a psionic only ever used it for good causes? Should they be stopped?"

[Criptfeind]

The Goliath shrugs.

"It seems likely that they should stop. But for the most part I have already answered this. I would not stop a psion in the midst of using his power for good, at least not for larger good like saving people, and although it would be a large moral quandary I doubt I could bring myself to kill or capture one just for using his powers for good. So, I suppose practically speaking if a psion only used his power for good, there really wouldn't be a time when I could bring myself to punish that pison. Maybe I would heavily encourage them to change. I might feel a responsibility to make absolutely sure that they never used their powers for ill. But would I personally stop them? I don't think I would."

He thinks for a moment more.

"Although I don't think I would blame anybody or any place that would make them stop. Hah, and perhaps punish me as a accomplice as well if it came to that! At any rate. This has been quite a interesting conversation, and I thank you, but unless there are more questions that you have, I think I must take my leave for the moment."

Assuming mutt doesn't have anything more to ask, I'll go up to my room.

[GiglameshDespair]

"No, I had nothing more to ask. I've learned enough for the time being. Go on."

[My Name is Immaterial]

After you preperation, you make your way to the dinner, where the guard glares at those who try to take in weaponry, and confiscates any weapon that is not a quarterstaff, dagger or gauntlet. "You'll get it back after."

Inside is a long table, seating 50 to each side. At its head stands a middle aged gentlemen in a dress uniform heavily decorated with medals. Once  most of the 100 winners are seated, he speaks in a booming voice, obviously enhanced by magic.
"Welcome, champions. I am Huntmaster Logan Trenar. You have all fared well in the last two days, but your trials are not over. You were able to best your foes in a show of strength, but the Hunt requires equal parts brains and brawn from our members. Tomorrow's contest will be your chance to demonstrate your strategic abilities. And so, it is my pleasure to introduce my ex-companion, Eyvind Hallenor, the designer of your next challenge."

From thin air, a short human appears, leaning back in one of a few chairs at the head of the table. With a grin and a flourish, he jumps to his feet.
"Ladies, gentlemen, since you're assuredly hungry, and I've promised a very pretty girl a visit, I'll be brief." After a quick pause for laughter, he continues, "The Hunt's targets will not always fight you in the open field, and your job will not always be to kill everyone. My little test will simulate that. Two teams of will fight in a Capture-the-Flag style game. The winner will continue, as you might expect. However, only one team will be capturing the flag. The other will be defending it. Each team will have five minutes to plan, ((24 hours in IRL terms)) and then the attacking team must retrieve the defending team's flag in thirty minutes. The same basic rules apply: no killing, blahdeblahdeblah. You get the gist. May the odds be in your favor!"

And a bow, he vanishes once more. Trenar clears his throat.
"Before we eat, there is a little more business to attend to. The majority of you did not register as five person teams, so we have arranged teams for you all. I will now read off the teams... please stand when your name is called..."
His words blur together, until you hear your names called out: "Mutt, X'ithzol, Aela Entaria, Guilhayl Aber and Ilev Nuaugamkea."

You all stand. Three humans, a goliath and a person with wrappings covering their entire body. By total coincidence, you are all sitting together. I will leave the specifics up to you.

A delicious, if simple, meal of smoked trout and rice, with a side salad is brought out and laid before you.

[AlleeCat]

"I'm not really used to eating such simple meals at big gatherings like this... Not that the food is bad or anything..." Aela begins to daintily eat with a knife and fork, but looks a bit embarrassed as several of the warriors across from her stuff their faces without even touching their silverware.

[GiglameshDespair]

"Just be glad you're getting a meal, princess." Mutt muttered sarcastically, stabbing at the food with his fork as if it'd insulted his mother.

[Tawa]

Guilhayl quietly eats some trout and rice simultaneously, and stops for a moment to speak to his new companion, X'ithzol.

"So, you're the new guy, eh? Well, nice to meet you. 'm Guilhayl--" Guilhayl indicates Mutt-- "'n this is my right-hand man Mutt."

[Harbingerjm]

Guilhayl quietly eats some trout and rice simultaneously, and stops for a moment to speak to his new companion, X'ithzol.

"So, you're the new guy, eh? Well, nice to meet you. 'm Guilhayl--" Guilhayl indicates Mutt-- "'n this is my right-hand man Mutt."

"It is also nice to meat you. I am X'ithzol, though if you, like many in these lands, cannot pronounce that, Zol is acceptable. It seems we will be fighting together. I have seen your combats."

[GiglameshDespair]

Mutt merely merely a 'hmmm' sound of mild disapproval. "So what are you? Some kind of fighter or scoundrel? You don't seem to be a mage, from my guess."