After a bit of thought, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get to know your new companions. Thus, you proceed to do exactly that.
First, you approach Esem, for he is the one closest.
"Hi! I'm Blackhoof." you introduce yourself, and he does eagerly face you, with a cheeky smile. His face was young, fairer than those of the other men.
"Can I call you Stagley?" he asks, and a frown on your part does all the talking.
"Jestin'. Nice to meet you, Blackhoof. So, you're a witch I've heard?"
You nod, and the man seems to take interest.
"And what is it you can do? Can you hold lightning in your pal, hurl it like doth the storm? I saw that once."
"I could try, but I don't suppose I have anything to demonstrate this on..."
"How does it work, anyway? Wizards I know have runes carved all over their staves, sewn on their coats, probably etched underneath the odd haircuts, too... You don't. That's a different tradition, I presume?"
"Probably. I haven't met those. What I do, is bind the nature around to my will. I suppose a little lightning wouldn't be out of the question..."
Esem listens, and his grin turns into aen expression more serious. "You're friend of Cegad?" he asks, keeping his voice down.
"Well, sort of. We just met."
"Sounds like him alright!" the hunter laughs, and looks like he enjoys your presence. "Is there anything more, anything fascinating, you could tell me? You're a fun chappy!"
"Depends, on what would interest you particularly. But you didn't tell me a thing about yourself, I'd like to hear that first."
"Aw, right. Well, nothing special, really. I am son of servant from Uzin's stead. Took them a while, but masters of the house realized, boy, this wee lad can handle bows quite well, isn't it right? When not hurling my kind of lighting, I carve the things, I'm a bowyer, see. Bows, my life. That's it. If you'll ever need a good bow, short, long, ornate or plain, Esem's here for you."
"Thanks, I appreciate the time. I'd like to meet the rest, too, if you wouldn't mind... I can tell you of many a spell later."
"No sweat, I won't hold you. Bye." the man said with a salute, and minded his own.
"Bye!" you repay the honor, and move on.
Next in the line was Pik. With a bow in his hand and an axe behind his belt, blue paint smeared over his coarse face, and a flame alit in his eye, he indeed did look like a fierce fellow.
"Greetings, Pik, is it...?" you speak.
"They were right, you do look like a deer." the man proclaims, before you can finish your words.
This statement, upon reaching your ears, did startle you. You hope
"You look like a mighty warrior indeed." you say, as you've heard men tend to greet themselves in there... Adventuring circles.
"I am. Anything else?" he grumbles, and unlike the previous companion doesn't sound very excited.
"I would like to know something about you, now that we share a path."
"Then you should know this, if you haven't got anything useful nor interesting on mind, don't even bother. 'Tis the last thing I need, prattle away my time."
You think of some spell that could impress him, but he hasn't finished.
"This necklace.." he throws a glance at your ornament. "Bones?"
"Teeth and antler bits of ancestors." you clarify. "Bear some of they powers, the only part that remains within this world."
"Hmmmm..." he hums, and appears to be somewhat pleased. "See, that's what I call interesting. No pointless broad-worthy babbling. You think my strength shall live on in my teeth as well?"
"Hardly, I do not suppose you are a sorcerer yourself, but that paint... What does that mean?"
"That's to show me foes how their face is gonna look, should they let themselves near me."
"I... See. T I'll carry on."
The man remains quiet, a slight nod of his bald head shining in the sun sends his farewells.
Sas is clearly trying to stay out of your way. And you didn't want to speak with him in particular, therefore... It's the chief of these remaining.
You speed up and approach the leader. He does sport a richer outlook than the rest, his tunic bright, a remarkable band on his wrist, only his raven hair and wild gaze sets themself apart, but do strengthen his commanding presence. Oli doesn't stop you, just watches you carefully. Under the helmet, you cannot see much of him, but his build is formidable - excluding the naturally (or is it?) tall Flax and mayhap Pik you wouldn't pick a fight with a man of such bulk... Granted you weren't a deer man, already superior in size.
"Don't worry, come forth!" utters Uzin, his voice firm and sharp. "I see you want to talk to me. Mind if Olo is around? Too bad if you do, I am not sending him anywhere."
"No need to worry, though, for he doesn't care about business of commoners. Sometimes I wonder, whether he has some time of thought at all, not that I am opposed... Anyway... What do you wanted to tell me?"
"I wanted to learn something about my new company. Apart from... There's this Flax, you know..."
"Don't mind Cegad. He's a mystery to all. Don't you put him in the same casket as us, either. He's not even part of the hamlet, just some careless wanderer, as far as I know... Roaming the world over. But, what a fighter, I must say... He stayed in the neighborhood for some time, then he went on to join us on this trip... It's good to have man that strong and skilled around, even though he's so... Odd, at times? Unpredictable. That's what I have to say. You're not really his friend, are you? Of course you're not. That wouldn't be Cegad we're talking about..."
"Whoa, thanks for... That. Yes, he is strange. Hard to tell what one should think about him... And what about you?"
"My clan is rich and powerful one, the one in charge of the hamlet. I'm not the head of our stead, but I do enjoy some respect. I get dispatched like this far more often than the other relatives, but, I can't complain. It is a honor."
After a moment of silence, you dare to suggest something to him you'd thought might be beneficial.
"I was thinking... There's a hill in front of us, why not to get a better look of the area from up there? One can never be sure enough in these parts..."
"Why not! A sound idea, I say. A lot could've changed since we came... Boys, we're heading for the hill!"
In the direction taken, the snow fields are clear as ever, only where rock shows his face above the grass the landscape is somewhat more interesting. A little bit more to the right, however, you can see something through the cold air, a flicker of light, flashing every once in a while, like the sunbemas do on a speartip.
"Bloody thunder, do tell me, what is this supposed to be?" the leader grunts, staring at the peculiar display. "It is not our way, but perhaps we could investigate such oddity... Or not. Let us cast a vote! And Cegad's opinion doesn't count."
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