~{| Brave New World |}

[Shin Majin]

Nera's ears twitched as she heard the door open. Curious to the nature of the new arrival, she looked over towards the sound just in time to see a small, human-like figure dart under the table. Instinctively, she swung herself out of her chair and onto the floor, before crouching to investigate. Indeed, the being was a small human, shorter than even herself. After giving him a thoroughly puzzled glance, she returned to her seat, and looked to her host. "Just so you know, there's somebody hiding under the table."

[VectorxMan]

"Is that so?" Tibur asked Nera. "If it is indeed the gnome I am expecting then we are set to rendesvous at the Southern gate. Deja would you walk with me as I explain the letter's meaning?"

[Knighthawk]

Deja cast a sidelong glance as someone dropped down to examine him under the table, he smiled brightly and waved to her until she disappeared. He had hoped to seemlessly blend into the group as they filed back out but had been caught. When she announced his presence he did not try to hide any further nor did he reveal himself with any flourish until the speaker requested his presence.

"Certainly sir, swiftly siding succinctly."

[RainTheifAustin]

"Wonderful, perhaps we can get underway then, I grow tired of this sitting around." He said leaving the room, whether the others were following or not. He placed himself back in the main room and began examining people again, reading them down to even the allest personal detail. He noticed one female Native talking to a male Human next to a table who had a personal tick, she couldn't help but wrap her tail around her legs whenever the guard became anything, but nice.

[Ollumhammersong]

Guillame looked at the small being scurrying from under the table. What in the hells was wrong with this continent. Half demons, half animals and tiny gnomes dressed in odd clothes. He missed home, everything was simpler there. BUt Torm's will cannot be denied. HE sighed and rose from the table. As a matter of form and habit he held open the door for the lady. even though she was a cat human, thing, person And started to follow this Tibur to the southern gate. HE spent a fair time trying to navigate to this guild hall. He wasn't about to try that a second time if he didn't need to.

[Shin Majin]

Nera smiled a bit wider as Tiber called for them to get moving. The meeting looked like it was going to get boring, but already it was over. She eagerly followed the tiny man and the human, who curiously enough opened the door for her. Did he want to be behind her for some reason, or was he just being nice? Who cared? She accepted his gesture, and easily kept up with the group. As they walked, she looked to Tiber.

"So, what're we doing exactly? Are we hunting bandits or something? Are we getting paid?" Frankly, Nera wasn't too keen on the idea of hunting bandits, so she hoped she was wrong. It was dangerous, and not terribly interesting

[RainTheifAustin]

"Pretty much." Nevarm said now joining them as they passed through the main hall. "Don't expect loads of fun, bandits are bandits. My hopes are that we see some hostile tribes people of varying races. I have heard rumors of a large Kobold lair a ways north, supposedly more Shamans then you can shake a stick at." He explained with a voice that almost sounded eager to spill blood.

[Ollumhammersong]

Guillaume follwoed and once mroe became lost in their words. What in the nine hells were they talking about. HE heard the demon man and the feline lady talk about bandits? Was that what they were patrolling the roads for? It made far more sense. He really needed to work on this new language more. Understanding more then half of what people were saying would be an exellent way to futher inform his king of this land and its peoples and opportunities.
What worried him is that the demon man seemed positivly giddy at the prospect of bandits, that one would have to be watched closely. It was bad enough he was an infernal beast but he di not want to fuel his bloodlust or give him the means to invoke whatever foul magics he needed corpses for.

[VectorxMan]

Tibur Daygon was glad that those who had decided to heed the letter's call were eager to investigate. Torm's paladin chivalrously held the door. As they walked Nera asked, "So, what're we doing exactly? Are we hunting bandits or something? Are we getting paid?" "I hope it's just bandits. Whoever's doing this has essentially declared war on the roads. Put an end to the death and there shall be gold to be had." Nevarm chimed in with," "Don't expect loads of fun, bandits are bandits. My hopes are that we see some hostile tribes people of varying races. I have heard rumors of a large Kobold lair a ways north, supposedly more Shamans then you can shake a stick at." "The wounds of the dead suggest something else," he replied.

Once outside the building the others kept pace. While walking, Tibur turned his arm and displayed his open palm to theose following him. Hopefully the act displayed the same meaning as 'fall back' to the others. He wanted them to still follow but at a respectable distance.

Finally Tibur was walking side by side with just Deja. The man went straight to the point; doubly so by speaking in Gnomish.
"I'mhappytoseeatleastonespellcasterinthissquad.The semurders,they'reverypeculiar.Someofthedeadsuggest magicuseyettheneighboring bodymightlookasifit'sbeenrippedtopiecesbysomething feral.Inallhonestythere'ssomethingouttherewehaven' tencounteredbefore.TwoSilverhendrixpatrolshavegone missing. Granted,theywereconscripts,thisiswhyI'veassembledt hiscombatseasonedteam."
He stopped momentarily to pointedly say, "Regardlessoftheothers'fateIneedyoutoprovideadetai leddescriptionofwhateverthesesavagemagesmaybe."

[Knighthawk]

Deja was elated to be given his instructions in gnomish and simply nodded to not interrupt or trip up the employer. It was one thing to speak gnomish but another to converse in gnomish, its the difference between juggling by yourself versus juggling with someone else, if you slip then both have to start over. The benefit was to compress a whole conversation into seconds, just imagine what gnomes with telepathy could accomplish!

Somewhere across the seas, the idea of a gnomish hive mind made a divination red wizard stagger and fall to his side. He was about to fill out a status update for the towers on Deja's progress and pluck the illusionist mind for ideas to claim as his own before the gnome could submit them through proper channels when the horrific idea made him loose concentration. The reason the gnome was sent across the sea was to erase the stain of his presence from the red wizards, it was a fluke and a fluke alone that Deja was able to defeat the divinationist in question for a position the decade before. Now he used his influences to keep the gnome pinned down overseas.

Meanwhile, the unaware illusionist fell back and signaled for an urchin with a stack of 10 coppers. "Child, gather me fresh paper, fresh charcoal and paints then meet me at the southern gate with the supplies. Nine is for your purchases, one is for you. Do not cheat me and there will be more." He watched as the child ran off with a quarter of his spending money and hoped all would be well.