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". . . Oh. My apologies for the assumption, then." Djanain offers his hand to Zoras.
"Also, I don't have a ton of combat experience, truth be told."
"Oh so it's all fine when you're the 'leader'. Fine then, can we just go? I'd rather not loiter any longer than we have to."
"Don't apologize." Zoras shakes hands with Djanain and murmurs "I wasn't joking with asking the lady for her preferences, by the way." He smiles cheekily.
"With that said, I'm still genuinely curious as to the range and depth of your skills. And everyone else's, for that matter. We should probably have that out of the way. And if it would please Rede, we can discuss this on the way."
Rede mentally sighed, then told herself it was probably better to make friends than enemies, here.
"I'm a sorcerer. I specialize primarily in elemental spells, since they compliment my inherent magical abilities fairly well."
"I'm...well, I'm a sort of extreme specialist. I can summon Hobbes, and if Hobbes isn't around I can summon other stuff, and I have very modest capabilities for more general spellcasting."
"I find summoning quite interesting myself, even if I can't do it."
"I am a mere human at your service, one with skill at weapons, if nothing else."
"I possess some magical prowess, as well, and my current abilities are rather generalized. Nothing particularly potent, nor can I use anything in my repertoire on the fly, but I can change the tricks up my sleeve, from day to day, and I hope they'll be tactically useful at some point or other. Less impressive is my physical fighting ability. I'm more agile than strong, and my capabilities with this scimitar are still coming along, hence the daggers. Outside of combat, I know eight languages and am well-read, should we come across many different peoples."
"A polyglot? Why are you not a scholar? You'd make more coin with less risk to your well-being."
"You also run your mouth like it's anyone's business."
"I usually make ends meet as the curator of a museum, but I've been doing that for decades, and my family was never particularly impressed by it. If I have more to learn about magic, I'd like to apply that knowledge meaningfully. But never mind that, for now, the monk is right. What is your name?"
Rede listened to the Elf talk about himself.
He seemed oddly willing to divulge much of his personal history.
"Non-Lam" Nom replied. He was already regretting having interjected, but the elf's rambling had gotten to him. by the looks of it, this would be a common occurrence, so he'd have to learn to adapt to his less than quiet new companions.
"As for the course of action to take, it is true that a coordinated group will act better. But this is not something achieved by merely shaking hands. When you don't know how to punch, five fingers may be more useful than a fist..."
"That's very zen, Monk Lam, but not very helpful. Perhaps put it in plainer language for those of us not familiar with such sayings?"
*Less talk-talk and more act-act.* Nom thought *Given that this assignment was spread through rumors, the cultists probably have heard of it, and prepared accordingly, and given that they are, in fact a cult, they have more organization than we will in the next fifteen minutes. In that sense, direct confrontation is probably the best course of action and...*
As tried fruitlessly to coordinate his words, Nom noticed the elf was looking at him, expecting an answer.
"True wisdom is acquired from the inside. The meaning of my words are for you to determine, young lady"
He hoped that would be enough to get her off his back for a while, and that the others got what he meant the first time.
Djanain walked to the door. While walking, he said, "Rede made a good point, though. We should get going, and scope out the area."
Zoras grabbed his backpack and tucked his spears inside...He rushed to the side of Lady Erith asked:"Lady Erith, if I don't come back, could you do me a favor and put some flowers in a grave marked with the name 'Luvia Yuell' in it? I don't like to burden people but I prefer to be safe rather than sorry." He then dashed to meet the pace of Djanain.
Rede blinked.
What weird people.
"I'll agree with Djanain, let's go."
I have to visit another grave? she wondered to herself. But I already visit too many.
She nodded affably at them.
Zoras adjusted his hood to show less face and asked to Thevel."How did you master this art of shaping critters out of thin air?"
Thevel thinks for a moment.
"It's kind of hard to explain. I just sort of have a knack for it, I guess?"
"Having a knack for it tends to produce the best kind of magic, in my experience."
Nom hesitated for a while, he recalled his first impression.
*Children, indeed* he thought *but interesting nonetheless*. The rest of the group had already left, and seemed to be talking spiritedly, he proceeded to follow them.
"So...how are we going to handle the surveillance?"
"If Hobbes's stealth is dependent on you, how do you feel about your own stealth? I would guess that Nom Lam is good at being silent. If they have members outside, and we felt it was a good idea to send two or more, to be safe, I could accompany him, if you don't like your odds."
Thevel jingles his chain shirt.
"Not great."
"Didn't think so. How many we send, we can decide when we're there."
"Yeah, I guess we should just take a look, and see where we can watch from."
"I know it's a novel idea, but have we considered that the building may have um, windows?"