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[Harbingerjm]

"I am a wanderer, chained one. I am no spellspinner."

[GiglameshDespair]

"Well, we could always do with another meatshield. Why do you cover yourself with cloth, out of curiosity?"
He looked around, trying to pick out any important or powerful figures he could recognise from rumours and the like.

[Harbingerjm]

"The hivenests are far from these lands, and wanderers who leave them rarely come here. Those who nest here are unfamiliar with my kind, and most have reacted poorly to my appearance. And your own reason for covering?"
X'ithzol gestures towards Mutt's robe, cloak, hat and mask with one hand, picking delicately at his food with the other.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Mutt:
(Knowledge (Local): 1+4, lolno)
You have no idea who anyone is.

[GiglameshDespair]

"Frail as I am, I feel the cold quite potently." And if I take them off, few will know my face.

[My Name is Immaterial]

The next day, you show up together at the staging zone. After waiting for a few minutes, you are called off into a building to the side by a tournament official. She leads you into a room with a rather large table in the middle, which is likely used as a meeting room normally. The table is bare, except for two scroll cases. The woman gestures for you to sit, and checks some notes on a clipboard.
"Our routine scans have detected the presence of a person with psionic capabilities among your team. On the table are two scrolls of Detect Psionics. To be able to continue in the competition, you have to identify the psionic. Their fate is up to you. Good luck."
With that, she leaves.

((I will be handling Taw's character for a few days.))
Guilhayl's face becomes pained for a moment, then settles into one of concern and picks up a scroll and studies its writings.
(Spellcraft: 7+7, Failure.)
Frustrated, he casts Read Magic, and it becomes clear that these are scrolls of Detect Psionics.

[GiglameshDespair]

Subtly, Mutt started backing away.

[Criptfeind]

Pathseeker shuffled uncomfortably before sitting down at a corner of the table. Uneasily gazing upon his previous allies.

"That is... Unpleasant to hear...

What do you think they meant by 'Their fate is up to you?' Will we not get kicked out of this tournament no matter what we do? Or do our fates rest on this as well?"

[GiglameshDespair]

"I imagine they meant you could attempt to murder them or not. If we were going to be kicked out the tournament, not doubt we would have been already. Same as if they wanted the psion dead."

Quickly, he reached out and picked up the remaining scroll, holding it tightly in his grip. The mask and hat hid his emotions well, even as his face was stoic, but a tight coil of tension was inside. If he had to, he'd kill them all, though he doubted he'd make it out alive if it came to that.

Damn his fate.

[Criptfeind]

Pathseeker sucked in his breath and stood back up.

"Murder? That seems like it would be going quite far, especially since all of you, excepting this new man, are my comrades by battle already. I have no wish to fight any of you. Although I can understand being upset at this secret being kept, certainly if we will be allowed to continue in this tournament and they will not be killing anyone there is no reason not to let this deception past and try to work together?"

[AlleeCat]

"M-murder? I thought we weren't allowed to kill people in the tournament. We already know it's Mutt, so why not just tell them?"

[Harbingerjm]

"Strange, that they leave two scrolls here..."

[GiglameshDespair]

Mutt shot a glance at Aeyla. It was not a happy one.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Guilhayl turns to Aeyla.
"What an unfounded accusation! Come, show us some proof!"

[Harbingerjm]

"Oh, that's why."