The HallDevotees
|Niles| Scanning the Door Beast, Niles would find his device to be more stubborn than usual. The information you are able to parse from the din of readings you pick up from other patrons is interesting, in an academic sense. He seems to be very old, perhaps just over 300 years, and his thoughts are on a constant loop you can't seem to decipher. After a few seconds, you realize some of the extraneous data you assumed was coming from the environment actually applied to this beast. He is composed of almost 40% inorganic mineral, of the same composition of this mountain.
|All| Few were responsive to Trenton's call, at first. A few of the patrons gave a quick glance at the disturbance, only to retreat into their own minds. There were two people, however, that approached him after a few moments of silence.
The first is a tall, lanky man bundled up in layers of red and brown fabric. Most of his face is hidden beneath a metallic mask adorned with fine engravings, but generously large eye holes reveal an intensely wide eyed stare. He seems unconcerned with concealing weapons, since you can spot several sheathed knives along his hip. Not to mention his oddly shaped spear, that seems more like a long cudgel with a crude blade strapped to the end.
"I have traveled great distances to reach this place. Are you the caravan leader who called to me?" He points, almost accusingly, in your direction as he speaks. His booming voice breaks the defeated stillness in the air, once again causing the patrons to perk up.
The second person takes a seat at the table before it says anything. It doesn't seem to be quite human, or even abhuman. Indeed, it seems to be a visitant, a creature not of this world (or perhaps, even this galaxy). Small frills line the sides of its head where several beady, contralateral eyes scan the room. Its flesh is an orange-red hue, shimmering in the light of the fire. Loose metallic discs, padded with furs, form a suit of armour around its body, except on its chest where one would see a group of protruding bones reminiscent of two clasped hands. A series of tendrils seep from its slit-like mouth as it speaks.
"I was told to meet with you as well, trader..." A melodious, if ever so slightly tinny, feminine voice seems to originate from the visitant.