Lusser von Steigen dug around in his coat pocket and sighed, having predicted such a thing happening already. The various scouts, soldiers, and soothsayers of the land would already be looking into this mystery long before a lone drifter like him could ever hope of reaching it. Fortunately, however, it seemed to him that they were far too busy squabbling amongst each other to secure it, leaving him a perfect opportunity to go and see these wonders first hand, and with the added bonus of some number of warm bodies to watch his back, in case the creators of this ruined city wished for their secrets to remain undisclosed long after their own failure.

	“I believe you foisted this paper onto me last night,” Lusser said to the Quilava as he pulled the flyer out of his pocket, containing his annoyance over how said gift had interrupted one of his games and disrupted his focus. “And I hope to join you on this promising expedition. When do you plan on setting off?” Lusser hoped to be out of the dreadfully cold air sooner rather than later, or at the very least start moving so he could walk off the lack of heat. Though, now that he looked at the Quilava's garb, he could very well be inclined in magic, perhaps even something related to fire. Perhaps today would turn out to be a bit warmer than he thought.