Capturing a myth [closed]

[Roystar.]

Mission: The capture of one of the Suujali, alive or dead. Travel has been arranged via Bedlam’s contacts. The company will depart via commercial airship to land in Hell’s Gate, Terrenus. The tools have been provided for the successful capture (or death) of the Suujali. How these goals are accomplished, is entirely up to those participating.

Off topic:

Crew: Briar, Litalis, and Riforte.
Back-Up: Bedlam.

Item(s): Tranquilizer (10 vials), Syringe (Vakar-tipped), Daily provisions (food, water, fire starting kit, etc) 500 gold per member, Vakar-plated short sword, Vakar-plated dagger, personal communication devices with emergency capabilities (3).

Note(s): The mission should focus on character interaction and growth. This is not a race. Bedlam (Roystar.) will be acting as DM for the mission when needed. However, the majority of the decisions will be made by you. You have everything you need to complete the mission successfully.


-30 minutes afterwards.

The Terror was exactly where he said he would be. Brightly lit, with all the needed supplies gathered in a small, neat pile waiting for whoever showed up. His fingers tapped away on a small personal computer – a message being sent directly to the Architect – informing him of the missions’ status. It took all of a minute to type and send, leaving him along with his thoughts while awaiting the arrival of those who decided that it would indeed benefit them from such a mission.

He had taken the time to change into slightly more appropriate attire for the business at hand. While he still looked every part the business man he claimed to be, there were a few, subtle alterations from the attire he had worn before. The pin-striped jacket had been removed, revealing the grey dress suit underneath while a sleek, more angled version of the standard skeleton mask was perched atop his head; gloves of a material matching the casual business attire covered his hands from view while still providing freedom of movement should the need to arise; shined combat boots replaced the dress suit nicely without anyone knowing the difference and draped over a nearby rack, his customary overcoat completing the outfit soundly. Of curious note, one that had been brought up by the guard on duty, his massive gunblade was nowhere to be seen. The majestic weapon, one of the berserker’s trademarks in his time with the company, had been left in his room for the time being. Instead, he opted for a harness carrying two of the sharpest daggers in his possession.

Once again, his gaze turned to the watch bound to his flesh, studying the face while making sure the spring was wound tightly. For the miracle of technology to stop functioning now simply wouldn’t do. Afterwards, he studied the files he had brought with him – the personal data that each of them had given upon entrance to the Dead as well as what had been dug up through whatever means Faustus had used.

He had two weapons to divide amongst three of them. Which of the three would be best suited for their use? He had a feeling he already knew which of them would lay claim to the expensive blades and felt a smile curving his lips as he waited for them to arrive.

[carrionjackal]

Lit sighed quietly to himself as he looked over the varied assortment of blades that was spread over his bed. He was unsure whether any of his equipment would actually be worth taking. Utility blades, for sure, would be handy. Concealed blades are always a pleasant comfort as well. His eyes drifted over to the corner of the room, there his scythe leaned against the wall. Alone and partially hidden amidst the shadows of the room, it teased him.

He reached for the belt of throwing knives, counting to himself the number of belted blades. Lit positioned the band of knives around his waist, he pulled it up as he cinched it up. The belt always reminded him of a girdle, but it kept the knives at an easy reach. Near where the knives had rested lay a harness of daggers. He grabbed it and slipped each leg through the harness and fastened it with a belt. Despite the array of blades, he usually traveled quite light.

He threw a blanket back over the bed, covering his spread of remaining blades. His eye caught a glint from the scythe, but he passed by it. He would probably have equipment waiting for him, he would be more content without the added weight. Lit grabbed a pair of fingerless gloves from the table, and slipped them on. Flexing his fingers, the gloves settled into place. He smiled. It would be good to be working again, the time off had made him queasy.

As he made his way to the door, he grabbed his skeleton shirt and threw it over his shoulder. Then reached for his flowing black coat. He slipped each arm through it and settled his shoulders into the coat. The billowing material was always comforting, and thoroughly concealing. His main gauche was already slipped into his boot, and the whip never left his side. Lit looked up at the array of skull fragments above his door, he decided on a pleasing on, and slipped it on. It sat on top of his head until concealment would be needed. He eased the door open, and shut it just as gently.

The subtle click of boots upon the flooring provided a gentle cadence as he strode. His feet guided him towards his destination. The supply depot was just a bit further ahead. He was on the stairs now, the rail slid easily within his hand. His footsteps still holding their cadence. All his preparation was about to pay off. Talks with the Dead, tasks and dealings, it was time to venture out finally. Time to begin the work and start up the ladder. He smiled lightly, time to put his skills to use.

He paused as his hand reached for the door, he felt the odd headache again. It was quite strange. Lit was never one to feel sickly. He brushed it off, and pulled the door open, and looked at the room before him. The supply depot seemed quite sufficient for anything one could typically need, his eyes found the suited man as he scanned the room. Catching the door behind him, he made his way to Bedlam. It was time to begin.

He nodded lightly as he crossed the man's path, his eyes passed over some of the equipment near the man. He was interested to hear more of the details.

"I am Litalis, Carmine." his voice steady and strong. Eyes intent upon the suited man across from him.

[Aleksei]

For those lonely thirty minutes Riforte had placed her mind on the book in her lap. It carried no secrets about the world nor did it speak of how to better you mind; a book filled with silly fairy-tales. She fancied such language on paper and decided to take some time to read before heading out. Finishing the last sentence to the story the woman rolled a piece of hard candy against her cheek, looking almost lost in thought.

Starting her usual hum Riforte placed the book by her side, letting it float there for a bit as she started to follow the echoing clicking of boots - Litalis. The other woman had yet to appear before them and a small part of Riforte was somewhat sad.

She didn't need to grab a thing. As long as she had herself - mind and soul - there was nothing else that could really accompany her experience. So, pushing the door forward she walked around Litalis to stand just next to him. She closed the door behind her, leaving the floating book outside to wait.

"Hello men."

Beryl eyes gave off a small shine while she smiled at the both of them.

[Cordeliane]

Briar was not too far behind the others in arriving. She had gone to put away her Dead gear She did not figure she would need it. She also tended to her injury. She carefully wrapped the injury in black cloth not letting any of the blood fall. She was always careful never to leave anything that could be magically traced back to her. She had wrapped the other side in the exact same spot so nobody would know she was injured. It was uncommon for such a thing to happen and to have done it to herself because of a man’s touch was inexcusable.

Briar ignored the floating book and walked into the room where the others waited and said nothing they would not even hear her approach as she moved silently always without sound. She would stand behind Riforte and nod to the man in charge of the mission she had yet to notice the weapons for their use, but if anything she would want the dagger, her weapon of choice. She could use a sword efficiently but she was not as skilled with it as she was a dagger.

Briar ever silent stood there in her normal clothing, she was pretty sure she need not dress as one of the Dead for the mission. She stood hand in front of her waiting for the man in charge to outline the mission and hand out the weapons and tools for the mission. She was excited to be doing something although one would not know it as her eyes and face remained expressionless. It was her way after all to show nothing that could be used against her.

[Roystar.]

His headed inclined towards Litalis. “Nice to meet ya, Litalis. Just waitin’ on everyone else.” He hadn’t even finished the sentence when the second and third members strode through the front door. Riforte, ever the enigma with her causal greeting and then Briar, the angry assassin. A smile graced his lips as he returned the former’s own greeting. “Helllllllllllllo ladies.” An almost scowl passed over his face, noticing that Briar apparently decided that it would be a good day to avoid her uniform. He ignored it for the moment, instead pointing towards the three small bundles that lay at the center of the pile. “Provisions, Gold, Tranquilizer and Communication devices.”

Behind him lay the two weapons he had purchased. Wrapped in cloth, they almost seemed to blend in until his gloved hands fell upon them. The weight was reassuring in his grip, holding the longer of the two blades out to Litalis and the shorter to Briar. “These will pierce the carapace of the Suujali. Each is plated in Vakar and very expensive. Believe me when I tell you that I want these returned to me. Believe me again when I promise that if you do not return them to me, I will find your body and make sure that even in whatever afterlife you go to - you will know, feel and understand every thing that I do to your corpse.” To Riforte, he handed a small syringe. "A syringe for the tranquilizers. Vakar as well, this is the only way you'll get the tranquilizers into it's system. Don't fuck it up."

With the weapons handed over, one leg lifted to brace himself against the wall. “Again. The mission is simple. We’re to capture, or kill, a Suujali. When I say ‘we’, I actually mean ‘you’. I’ll be close by, in case you fuck up, but I want to see what you’re capable of. Think of it as a proving grounds, if you want. The strongest and smartest survive and will accompany me on my next task while the weakest will become food for whatever stumbles across their body.” A cheerful grin split his lips, the mis-matched eyes of his almost gleaming in excitement.

“We’re heading to Terrenus. Specifically, Hells Gate, as it’s the closest port to where you need to be. From there, it’s up to you. I’ve given you weapons, supplies and gold with which to make the journey into the Wastelands, find one of the creatures, and subdue it. Once one is either dead or asleep, make use of the phones to get in touch with me.” He held his own up, a small black device that folded in half and opened to reveal buttons. “See? Phone. Press and hold the star key to call me directly.” He pointed at the key with his other hand, making sure each of them knew which one it was. “You can also call me if something goes wrong, but I really wish you wouldn’t. I have some other business and pleasure to attend to while we’re there.”

A motion for them to follow as the supplies we’re divvied out. They had a decently far walk ahead of them; no point in waiting around when they could be to use. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot.“ He spun around, combat boots echoing throughout the depot as he made his way back to the supply sign-out. “I need one standard uniform.” A quick gaze at the file on his data pad. “Size Retarded. For Briar.” The guard supplied the outfit without question and Bedlam through the small package over to the woman. “Put that on.” He said, before starting to walk again. “For future reference, Briar-cakes. Unless you have a reason to be out of uniform, always - always - wear The Dead’s uniform. It hides who we are from view and also carries a name behind it. Fear is a powerful weapon; learn to use it well. “

[carrionjackal]

Litalis sighed lightly as one female followed the other into the depot. His eyes made a subtle attempt to roll at Bedlam's greeting to them. Whether he was serious or not, the comment irritated him. It quickly faded amongst the detailing of the job at hand. Lit's eyes looked over the equipment as each bit was mentioned. His eyes darted as the man reached for the blades.

Cautiously he reached for the one he was handed, a Vakar short sword. He smirked a little. This seemed rather intense, but Lit was certain that they just wanted the job done. Apparently cost was of little importance, though Bedlam seemed intent upon getting his investment back. Each member of the troupe had their own Vakar-plated item. This should prove interesting, thought the lanky male.

As Bedlam finished the briefing, explaining the use of communicators in terms that even the most chronically enfeebled could understand, Litalis picked up his own provisions. He took care to check over each thing mentioned, making sure it was all accounted for. Upon seeing all was there, he tucked it into the deep pockets of his coat. He then carefully added the short sword to his harness of blades. Lightly he sighed, already under pain of death, and he had yet to leave the compound.

He turned a heel to follow Bedlam out with the rest of the crew, and abruptly stopped and the man stopped. What was askew? His eyes followed him as he made his way back to the counter. What did they not already have that they needed? He rolled his eyes as he waited to hear the exchange between quartermaster and the group leader. Litalis snorted as he heard the reason for the hold up, a uniform. He just as quickly raised a hand to where his shirt had been resting, to make sure it still resided with him, a faint smile crept over his lips, and faded just as quickly.

He had noticed the differences in dress within the crew, but he remained quiet. He was after all wearing his coat, but the uniform was still present. Briar seemed like she may be trouble, he smirked as he bit as his lip. He had been inside for a while now, and still yet to cave to his 'needs'. Things were stressful and new, and he needed a smoke. He sighed hard as the cadence of boot heels resumed again, and shortly his too, added to the rhythm. The director of this outing was definitely amusing though, Lit would do well to remember his wit, and avoid it.

[Aleksei]

She laughed a bit at the greeting once Briar joined them. Everyone was there and it was time for the ball to get rolling - sooner the better. As their instructor explained to them the mission with a taste of his own Riforte looked about the room for a bit. Another case of 'repeat' was taking place, so her attention span was a little stretched. She was a little more interested about the room, noticing this and that put a little more make-up on the man's persona. Her little tour was broken as the syringe was handed over; Riforte pocketed the new gift for later use. The other two were given weaponry that apparently fit their person a little better.

"I'll try my best." She winked at him before wandering over to the rest of the provisions.

Everything was grabbed and they were headed out the door until their toes got stubbed. Apparently Briar had thrown her outfit to the wind for something a little more comfortable. Out of reaction Riforte checked the inside of her jacket for a second just to make sure everything was there. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the size mention, she was unaware that was on the metric system.

[Cordeliane]

Briar gritted her teeth at the greeting, but other than the slight flexing of her jaw no other sign of irritation showed on her features. She was calm as ever and watched the man with a careful eye. Briar was not very open or trusting of others, it was part of the reason she applied to the dead. She needed to learn to work and communicate with other people

Briar noted his scowl as he looked at her and mentally shook her head, so it looked as though she was supposed to have worn the uniform after all. Foolish to her mind, why draw attention to the group? But she would remember it for next time she did work for him. Her eyes followed his hand as he pointed to the Items at hand and smiled, more things for her to put in her pockets.

Her eyes lit up at the weapons and focused on the dagger, it was not something she had seen before and it was surely a prize. She took the dagger and held it with care like one would a prized figurine. It was a beautiful blade one she would take as good of care of as she did her Thorn while it was in her possession.


She listened to him explain the mission to them and played with the dagger spinning it in her hand, some and over and around her fingers without cutting herself. She was getting herself use to the feel and heft of the blade by playing with it as such. His words to them about fucking up make her smile a little. It was interesting to see they would have no real leader, it was a good way for them to learn to work together.

As he showed them the communication device she shook her head, but watched him anyway. Why would he give her such a thing? She does not speak much if at all unless absolutely necessary, she supposed if the others died she would have to call him, but even then he would not get more than a word or two out of her. One this mission only one of them would need to make a call, so but she guessed each of them having one made some sense. It was not something she was use to at all another adjustment she would have to make.

She picked up her bundle and held it in her right hand not putting it away just yet. When he stopped and ordered a side retard she gritted her teeth again. She was not likely to forget an insult, she had to work for the man yes but she did not have to like him, and he seemed to be going out of his way to make her not like him at all. She took the uniform and put her thing down on a table. They were all new members of the Dead not yet known to others as part of the pack, why risk other knowing what the dead were up to and try to stop them or risk trouble in other ways, but it was his mission and he was in charge.“very well” She did not like the Briar cake thing either pet name were for friends or lovers she was neither to him, but she did not correct him.


Standing at a tabled she proceeded to empty her pockets. She would have to fix one of the pockets on her Dead uniform later to be like one of her short pocket. She began pulling out an arsenal of weapons, She pulled out thee large rolls of fabric one of them unrolling to reveal her custom made throwing knives. She then pulled out a hand full of loose ones the blades all retracted in so they just looked like rectangles. Once those were out she pulled out more rolls filled with her throwing stars, a few vials of poison, a bunch of bandages all black in color, some kind of cream, a blow dart tube and a baggy full of feathered blow darts and a large bunch of strings and cords of different sizes and lengths all curled up all different types of materials, all used for choking and strangling her targets. She then pulled out long think ropes with grappling hooks, a few smoke bombs and lastly a set of clothing much like the ones she was wearing now. It was her standard assassination kit something she never left home without. The pocket she pulled the arsenal from was a pocket made from a bag of holding, Briar liked to be prepared for almost anything.

With the small pile before her she then emptied her other pocket which had a small purse of gold her personal gold, and what looked like a hair tie. She looked at the other members as she held her uniform to her chest and spoke softly “ I require a bag of holding” There was no way her shorts were going to fit over the uniform of the dead as they hugged her tightly as it was and she was not ready to leave her arsenal behind quite yet, what if they needed something she had in her Assassin kit?

Briar not exactly shy, not waiting for an answer pulled the chopsticks holding her hair up and let it cascade down her back she placed them on the edge of the table then bent lifting her foot and pulling her left boot off placing it on the floor, doing the same with the right boot. She then not to be rude turned her back to them and undid the snaps on her shorts and with her hair covering her shimmied out of them. She would step out of them, her plain black panties semi visible through the cover over her hair. She slipped into the pants of the uniform doing them up quickly, she then pulls her tank top over her head tossing it on the pile of her weapons. She pulled the top on over head and tugging it in to place while turning to face the others once again as she slipped her feet into her boots.

[Roystar.]

His brow raised in response to the sheer amount of…of… shit she had somehow managed to hide on her body. “What the…” A glance over at the other two, seeing if either of them understood what she was doing any better than he did. A hand came up, pinching the bridge of his nose as she tugged on the standard uniform. A sigh underneath his breath “I swear I’ma yoke this chicken before we get even get to the airship.” When she was finally finished, he sighed and looked back up at her. “Look. Honey. All this shit, ain’t gonna be useful where we’re goin’. Leave the knives; they’re not gonna be useful against the beasts - y’know? The four legged creatures? Not human? - hide. Same with those blowing darts. Not sure if you were planning’ on shootin’ them at a tree-frog or something. No fuckin’ clue why’d you even think to bring those. “ He paused looking through the armory she had brought with her again. “Ya know what. Just bring the rope and some of the cords. Leave everything else here.”

That was, of course, assuming she actually made it back in one piece and breathing. The Terror Knight made no promises on either account. She might just decide to go sky diving sans parachute. Or strategically fall onto the pointy end of a blade. She looked like the kinda girl who was good at strategically falling face-first into male’s laps. He imagined the multitude of ways that she could possibly have an accident or misstep. Eventually, his trip into wonderland would have to end, leaving him waiting on her to finishing packing the rest of her crap up.

None of them would leave before he knocked on the guards window again. “I need a helmet. One of those thick, durable kind.” His finger outstretched, pointing at the one setting on the shelf. “That one, right there.” Taking the heavy helm, his arm outstretched it towards Briar. “Here. You obviously need this.” If she didn’t reach out to take it, it’d be discarded to the side. If she did, it’d be hurled at her, pointy end first.

“Now, if anyone else would like to have a retard moment, please, feel free to share with the class now so I can at least leave your body here to be cleaned up and recycled. Otherwise, we can continue on.”

[carrionjackal]

Litalis stood silent, blinking, and remained still. He was unsure if he had missed a memorandum. But was quite certain he had heard everything Bedlam had said about the mission at hand. He was even more certain he just saw the unpacking of a large arsenal from the pockets of Briar's tight, form-fitting shorts. Was she planning on moving out to Hell's Gate?

He shook his head and returned to his own thoughts. The beast would definitely be a challenge, it was larger than anything he had dealt with in a while. It had been even longer since he had been to the wastelands. He tended to travel a great deal unless a job had him tied down. This line of work would be nice for him. Lit could still travel, yet rarely be out of work. He was still unsure of how exactly he would be fitting into the grand scheme of things within the Dead, but for now it was mission time.

As far as mission time was concerned, it was easiest to keep quite and avoid crossing Bedlam for the moment. Though Briar seemed to have sufficiently captured his attention for the remainder of the trip. He stifled a chuckle that almost slipped as Bedlam carried on about her supplies. It was shaping up to be a lovely group already, and he was most certain Briar would be in a lovely mood until her tormentor left their company. Briar herself seemed like an interesting character, but only time would tell that for sure.

Litalis looked over Riforte's way, to watch her reactions to this on-going delay. He would be happy to be on his way already. Sighing lightly he leaned against the wall as Briar began putting on her uniform. His eyes followed the leader as he went back to the supply desk, and watched as he demanded a helmet. He rolled his eyes, this was definitely due to be a wonderful outing. How did they all fare in actual action would be a different story.

He listened and smiled as the leader called for any other 'retarded' moments. It seemed things were finally satisfactory. Onwards it was then. The lanky male shifted his weight within the billowing coat, and moved to follow once again.

[Aleksei]

Riforte laughed loud enough for it be known that she was specifically laughing at Briar. Sure, everyone needs to be well prepared for any situation but in Riforte's eyes Briar didn't know how to properly equip herself. Here she thought assassins were equipped lightly as they are trained in the form of combat. Either this woman didn't have any ability without these weapons or she was just a little special.

As Bedlam continued his little speech she grabbed her floating book and flipped through the pages to just hear the noise. Litalis seemed to basically gave proof that he was at least somewhat competent compared to her other team mate. In the end they all would show their true colors in battle.

She didn't want to kill the creature, so that was her main mission in all of this. However this all folds out she'll try her best and perhaps see how the others feel about the whole ordeal.

"I already went pee so I think we're alright."

[Cordeliane]

Briar was not the easiest to anger but the laughter and his attitude towards her was starting to get on her nerves. She packed everything but her favourite cords and rope back into her short pocket. It did not take her long to do and then fold them up and set them on the table. Her favourite rope was silver in color, she had acquired it from the elves she had done an assassination for, it was light weight and shimmered softly, it was also spelled to return to Briar, she could leave it anywhere and it would return to her, sometimes in minutes other times days once it had taken months, but the rope always came home to her. She grabbed the cords one of red blue and the other silver. They were her favourites to use and her strongest as well, since she was told to bring them they would be the ones.

She turned to see him holding out the helmet to her and her eyes turned grey from the grey blue color they normally were the only sign she was angry at all. She walked over to him as if to take the helmet. She snarled at him “ too far” and slapped the helmet out of his hands sending it flying across the room. She then turned back to the table picking up the dagger he had given her and tucked it under her right sleeve. She carefully put her hair back up using the chop stick to hold it in place once again. Pocketing the rest of the geer he had given them she scowled as she was very unhappy.

Briar was pissed off not something that is easy to do. She usually does not let her emotions get the better of her but the helmet thing was just too far. She would only take so much. If it had not been for the fact he was a member of the Dead, she would have done much worse. She just glared at him as he asked his stupid questions, she was ready to go and do something, she now had all this angry energy to burn and nobody to kill. Without a word she walked to the door to let him know she was ready to go. Briar was more about actions than words, there had already been more useless talking than necessary.

[Roystar.]

“What? It was only for your protection. I mean it is pretty much the only thing that you didn’t pull out of your pants. Which reminds me… where did you fit all that stuff? It involves a bunch of lube, doesn’t it? Never mind - I don’t want to know anymore.”

His now empty hand, the helmet that had been loosely held there rudely slapped away by the woman, curled and found a place in his pocket as he smirked at the angry one.

“Some secrets are best kept as secrets, right? Shall we?”

His other hand found the opposing pocket, glancing at each of the others in turn. Litalis and Riforte always seemed to be at the ready. The former seemed to be obsessed with leaning against things and sighing. Carmine had yet to decide whether he would be an asset to the group or not. Riforte on the other hand… now there was a lady with character. An enigma for sure, but at the same time, she had shown more than capable of keeping her wits about her.

Then there was Briar. Oh, my dear Briar. A guided missile without a guide. While he held no objections to whatever power she possessed - after-all, being a member of the Dead meant you had to had be able to do something useful - he was beginning to doubt everything else about her. If nothing else, he’d be able to point her in the right direction, get her fired up and let her go. A useful distraction, should her abilities prove to be lacking.

His smirk turned into a smile and without another word, he strode past the three members of his rag-tag crew and began the long walk towards the airfield. It would take them a few hours to walk though he figured the ‘bonding time’ would be more than useful for them. After-all, one mistake on any of their parts would mean almost certain death for them, or one of the others.

Behind him, not a second after passing Riforte, he heard the report of the book clanging to the ground in his wake. He checked to make sure the wristwatch was wound nice and tight.

[carrionjackal]

Litalis let a quick chuckle slip as Riforte responded to their leader. The woman at least had a good sense of humor about her. He should not be too bored over the course of the trip. However he was still processing things. He had to get a feel for everyone, and in such a small group of rather quiet individuals it was proving rather difficult. A low growl rolled in his chest as he thought about it.

He would have to start volunteering information, or at the very least snippets of conversation. Lit hated being at a disadvantage, especially when it came to people. He felt the gaze of Bedlam, questioning and judging, as was normal. The man gave very little away. Sighing and leaning on things were his usual pastimes, or smoking. Apathy was part of his guise after all though. A grin swept over his lips, his mind set to work.

"So we'll be tracking one of these creatures in the wastelands. Is it wise to be putting her in a giant sandbox?" He said as he walked with the group.

[Aleksei]

Riforte chuckled herself once she heard a noise come from Litalis - success! Everyone seems to be breaking from their shell of silence by stretching their tongues and 'tudes. Briar was already showing some of her colors and they were indeed vivid to say the least. Litalis was still a little questionable, but she was sure he was just as cuddly as the other.

She grabbed her book and stuffed it under her right arm while walking close to Litalis.

"I heard sandcastles were amongst Briar's many gifts, I'm sure we'll have some entertainment and perhaps she can teach us a few things."

Just one last little poke before getting down to some business. Briar was making herself out to be a good laugh, but Riforte hoped there was something to her skin. This was their chance to actually prove themselves to this group and so far she has only proved to be a joke. Litalis was still a quiet soul so her opinion would be held for later.

"So, where were you before this day?"

She spoke directly to Litalis.