Jarrod shrugged at Angelo's question. "Well, nothing really. Just trying to figure out Yggdrasil's exact goals, that's all. So far we have trying to destroy the world, brining about a new one, and returning everything to its home. Same old same old really. But you do have a point Corvain." 

He turned to the knight now. "A pilgrimage to the shrines would make the most sense. The Central Regions should have all the answers." Taking another swig of his drink, Jarrod leaned back in his seat grinning. "Or at the very least, the first step."

"Is that what you think?"

The swordsman nearly tumbled out of his chair in surprise as a figure appeared right before him. One moment he was there and the next he was standing on the "Hero's Table." Sitting up, Jarrod took a good look at the mystery man...only to widen his eyes. 

"No way...."

The man wore a dark cloak adorned with some chains and keyholes used as a necklace. White gloves made his hands crackle with power as the pressure all around them began to increase dramatically. A mask covered the man's face, only revealing a pair of dark crimson eyes.

Time seemed to have slowed down all around them as well, the sounds and motions becoming slowly distorted. Jarrod and his group were the only ones unaffected by the phenomena. How convenient.

Jarrod reached for his sword and took a step forward. "I've heard of you from the reports on the front line. A man with white hair and a mask that appears wherever Yggdrasil goes."

The masked man titled his head. "Well. I see you are not completely helpless then. I am Zenov. Yggdrasil's priest."