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'... Certainly wouldn't want to annoy any of these men normally,' Jahev noted quietly. Trigger happy morons certainly wasn't what he needed.
'Then again, as long as their barrels and fingers aren't aimed at us...'

The second they stepped into the hall a hanf grabbed Fuast's shoulder.
The man who grabbed it was fairly average looking.
He had a crimson red shirt, with some bright neon green jacket covering it.
His pants were a deep blue cloth, that seemed somewhat too big for him, as the feet-holes were about as big as the entire length of his feet, which were covered by boack shoes.
The only thing that seemed odd about him was the pale-blue hood that hung over his face.
His face was able to be seen under, yes, but he tried to draw attention from his eyes eyes, tucking them underneath the hood.

"Um.. Hello.. Oh.. Please, don't let me keep you from your destination.
We can speak as we walk." He held his hand in the direction they seemed to have been heading, before, urging them to continue their course.
Once they began walking again, he put his hands behind his back as he spoke.
"My name is not important, and should not be spoken within the walls of Liireon.
And so I will not speak it. Not here.
But, given the band of people I'm speaking to, an assassin from the Nemesis, and ex-assassin from the same, a soldier--recruiter?--from the Flame, and a Child of the Ice, I hope you have an open mind about things..
People's origins, I mean.. Their views on the world..
I'm straying from topic. I saw you discard this paper." He pulled out the photo from before.
"May I.. Ask where it came from?"

Nis immediately replied. "Tore it from a newspaper."

"Ah.. Uh-hm.. Okay.
And are you all.. Curious of its origins?
Not.. Not the paper, the thing in the photo."

Nis' eyes narrowed. "What do you know?"

Vinan looked at the picture again. "You.. Know what that thing is?"

His helm turned, the better to give the sense that he was staring at the appendage that had touched him.
This nameless man might feel a sense of unease, having done so.
Curses weren't something to get close to lightly.
"Unimportant names don't get avoided, neighbor.
Might want to keep that in mind next you say that."

For his part, he found it unnecessary to speak much.
They weren't meeting much resistance, and this gent was evidently involved in the Shadow.
The first was probably good, and the latter probably bad.
...That was part of what made being a part of the Flame exciting, though. You never could tell what was going to happen next.
"You're dancing around what you mean to say.
Just say it and have done, man."
Their destination appeared to be the bonfire itself.

The hulking male bent down, scraping a medal off of the floor.
"...Anyone care to fill me in?
I don't pay much attention to politics.
Too busy bein' out in the wastes.
Y'know, killin' undead and mages. Solvin' problems. Tryin' to get less cursed.
Hobbies."

After a moment of concentrated thought, he shrugged, the motion scraping plates of armor around his shoulders.
Fuast didn't particularly care, one way or another.
It could all wait until they'd had some grub.
"Fight the first punk who challenges you.
Then grab somethin' off the spits around the Fire."
He snagged a mug and a plate, filling both as he walked deeper into the loose crowd.

Jahev didn't eat. He wasn't hungry - hadn't been for a while. Guess the entire thing had still numbed him - why had he stabbed the Master...? It was unforgivable, even more so because of the way he did it.
Placing the blame upon him, Jahev.
'Well, as long as the unspeakable thing are both not spoken nor performed around or on us, then we should be fine. If they try anything, then we'll have to simply break their trust... and most likely, their necks.'