Until Cain realized that Maryev wasn't really addressing him with his cruel tirade, the Twili was furious. He barely restrained himself from floating over to the surly Darknut and flicking him with his hairhand in the head to topple him onto the ground in an inglorious heap. Once Cain decided that he, being not of this world, was not an intended target of the ridicule, he found he could only agree. The bit about Jira only reflected his own hidden opinions, and the knight certainly made a crude sort of sense when it came to the children being sent on such a mission. He hadn't even considered that, mostly out of neglect for their safety.

Frore, not understanding all of Maryev's words but fully comprehending his scathing tone, looked down at the ground with arms crossed. Had she not been in Hylian form, she would have likely grown angry, but as it was she merely seemed to shrink in on herself. Only when her companion told her, “He's not talking to you, dearie,” did she seem to regain some composure.

Then one of the so-called children revealed herself. Beneath the mask there was darkness, gleaming eyes, and a beak. Before now, he had never seen a Skull Kid; even mention of them was rare, given what percentage of the wanderers in the Lost Woods made it out to tell the tale. Moreover, Ekra was the first one to assign death as part of the mission. Cain couldn't remember where that was said, but found it intriguing nonetheless that the smallest, most least-threatening member of the group was the most warlike and her old, huge companion was the voice of reason.

Any comment Cain was prepared to voice concerning this was lost when Magus spoke up. The other Twili had been silent -perhaps even asleep, it was difficult to tell given his form- until commotion had begun. Cain kept quiet as the historian said his piece. “None at all,” he intoned, “I'd hate for us to tear each other into pieces before we learn why we're here. It would be so...anticlimatic.”

The next instant, a steady clanking coming from the graveyard's entrance seized his attention. His gaze turned to see a [i]second[/i] Darknut approaching. This one didn't seem to carry the same degree of ego as his brother in arms, and his questions proved him to be both more objective and less contemptuous. This one, Cain could get used to. He broke his place in the circle and took it upon himself to answer the new arrival's questions. “Very perceptive of you! Except your second guess, which is fairly inane. Regardless, welcome to the club. We are waiting for the arrival of a sprite called Lethe, who will give us further instruction.”