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[Silcugar]

The Hall

^Devotees

^|Niles| Your readings are sporadic, to say the least. As you scan the visitant, your scanner brings up all sorts of readings you are scarcely familiar with. Most of the time, you assume these errant symbols just mean small aberrations in the targets physiology. With it being a visitant, it's likely you'd get a lot more of these strange readings. However, these results are unique in that there is a concentrated interference within its body. The scanner tells you one thing, then quickly replaces the data, throws it out and starts again. You've not quite seen interference of this nature before, but its highly concentrate nature prevents you from getting anything more than a few snippets. About 40... or perhaps 200 years old, physiology reminiscent of aquatic life. Something that shows up clearly, though, is the fact that its organ systems are not as stable as most other creatures. The scanner tells you its innards are loosely connected, perhaps even actively mobile.

Assuming you scan the relatively mundane masked human, you would find very little of note. A largely mutation free young man. His thoughts seem "heated", according to the scanner. In your experience, that means he is in a volatile temperament, or that his thoughts swarm more quickly than most.

^|All| The masked man pulls his stiff arm to the side as he turns to look at the others. He seems to shift slightly away from the others. A calculated flinch. After everyone said their piece, he sits down tentatively among the group. "I am... Pherec, who adopted the name Traveler when he set out to find the coveted cure for his grandfather. I was not told there would be others here to join me." His eyes, ever wide, scan each person at the table in measured doses. Blue eyes... More slate grey than blue, really.

"A pity. I was hoping to leave this dry air sooner." The visitants voice seems to consolidate into something less ethereal as it speaks. Her voice (now assuredly feminine), while still eerily melodious, losses much of the tinny interference from before. "I am Elora. It took me several weeks to reach this way point, and still so far to go... Tell me, any of you... I was promised something very important to me. Surely none of you seek the same thing, so why have you come to this forsaken place?" A tinge of anger tints her voice.

[Pencil_Art]

"......I don't think so. We all came for a separate reward, I would think."

[Harry Baldman]

His intent scanning has thus far kept Niles out of any significant talking, but even impoliteness of this sort must end somewhere.

"Oh, yes, yes. Separate reward, I'm sure," he says, shallowly pretending to have been with the conversation the entire time.

[zacen299]

Ailana cocked her eyebrow at the visitant "And what we get matters to you why? As long as you get your reward why should you be getting moody? We have our reasons for being here, and we will complete this job, that is all that matters." Ailana stood a little straighter and kept herself still, she didn't like this thing and would rather not show anything that could be construed as weakness around her.

[Boxman]

Johnathan was happy that the two had returned his gesture. He nodded along with Aliana as she mentioned the nice people of the caravan. However he turned his attention back towards the first two once they began their explanation of why they were here. He listened carefully however once the visitant started her display of anger, Johnathan couldn't help but fiddle with his coin necklace. He allowed the coin to travel around on his fingers as a new face joined in on the conversation and Aliana shot back with her own anger. He took his time to respond as he continued to fiddle around with his necklace. "I was promised something different as well." He added in, almost robotically, as he turned his attention towards the new face that had piped in. He stared at the man curiously for a moment before continuing. "Perhaps our new friend knows more about our employer?" His question was directed towards the group, but he had kept his attention towards the man as he said it.

[Pencil_Art]

"That, I very much doubt. None of us here seem to know much, save for the fact that he (or she)came, offering a reward on the condition that we traveled on this caravan."

[Patrick Hunt]

" Well except me, I came because travelling into the dangerous unknown sounded interesting. "

[Pencil_Art]

Severo looks at Tristan.

"Are you serious?"

[Harry Baldman]

"Perhaps our new friend knows more about our employer?" His question was directed towards the group, but he had kept his attention towards the man as he said it.

"Hm? What? You mean me, I would guess? Well. No idea, sorry to say. I was a little drunk when I met the man, and he could readily take charge of any of our conversations as a consequence."

[Patrick Hunt]

" Sure am, I got nothing more interesting to do right now. Maybe I'll find something interesting along the way. "

[Boxman]

Johnathan grabbed the bridge of his nose at this point, pinching it slightly as a new person joined in on the conversation. "Alright alright, so we have yet another newcomer, welcome." His eyes however shot him an annoyed glance for not speaking up sooner. "And you would be...?" He said asking the newcomer before returning his attention to the now not as new man. "Ahh, and forgive me. I questioned you before getting your name, what is your name?"

[Silcugar]

The Hall

^Devotees

As each newcomer approached, the masked man started, as if completely surprised by the presence of anyone but the few at the table. Elora, on the other hand, focused on those responding to her question.

"Perhaps for you this is just another trek into the abyss, but what I was offered... Whoever we're dealing with is certainly well informed. I don't know how they could possibly give me what they promised. This feels more like coercion than anything." She leans forward a bit in her chair, stiffening her posture in an inhuman contortion of her back. "I would like everyone to be on the same page. I doubt any one of you fully trust this contract. I don't expect you to trust me, or each other. Just know how far you'll go to get what you were promised, and know that I'd go twice the distance to get mine. If you understand that... I'm happy to abide your presence." Leaning back, her face now changed, sculpted into an expression unreadable to any species but her own.

A few moments of palpable silence passed. The anonymous patrons rescinded back into their torpor, and for an instance this small part of the mountain reclaimed its stoic passivity.

Just as any one of the devotees might have resumed the conversation, the door to the hall swung open. A man whose face spoke of years of travel and a long life, but eyes with a spark reserved for men a third his age stood in the doorway, arms outstretched and inviting. He wore the thick furs of a mountain man, but trinkets dangling from his person gave the impression of a well prepared adventurer. "Well, ain't this a taste of the world!" The boisterous announcement, though inordinately loud, elicited no response from any of the rabble peppered around the room. "I 'kin see more in all your's faces than all this other lot put together," he called as he meandered towards the group of devotees, slapping the backs of other patrons as he went. In a graceless maneuver, he pulls a seat from the table, scattering errant silverware and sending a few cups to the floor. He sets his vigorously worn and dirtied left fur boot upon the chair, fiddling with it as he speaks. "A colourful little platter holdin' piece-size samples from all over! A little chonatised spice here, Hill Fen lummox meat there..." He never looked up from his boot, but gestured towards the group with his unoccupied hand. Finally, when enough frozen grime littered the area, he focused his attention on the group. "I bet y'all are itchin' to go where yer goin', but firstly I gotta introduce myself! I am Makern Pinwhip: explorer firstly, trader secondly, curious as a cat and louder'n a a gaggle of Griffalos in heat!" He looks around at the possibly dazed, probably confused expressions around the table before some decorum returns to him. "Er... Y'all are the ones lookin' for a caravan to 'scort you through this Pass, right?"

[Pencil_Art]

"Most of us are sitting at this table." says Severo. "Yes, we are in fact those you are seeking."

[zacen299]

Still standing roughly behind Severo, unwilling to actually sit down quite yet Ailana grumbled to herself just loud enough for Severo to hear. "Oh this bodes wonderfully." she scrunched her face together for a second, before looking to the loud man "So are you the one running this caravan, and if so why exactly are we needed?"

[Harry Baldman]

Niles scratches his chin thoughtfully, watching the situation develop. These people seem like an overly talkative lot to say the least.