[b][color=662d91]"Ved"[/color][/b]
	His hands found  their way into his drinking pocket as he watched the great doors of the castle open before him. Only once, at his own home, had he ever seen anything near the intricacy of the engravings in the wood, or anything of such strong quality of wood. As his hand moved casually in his pocket, his fingers found the cold, steel and glass disk he was searching for, and brought it out and to his lips, revealing the ancient tomes carved into his hands and the flask. Protective wards, mana-inducers, etc. were carved all along the flesh of his body, some burned,some cut, and others tattooed, but nonetheless, he had become a tapestry of ancient magical symbolism. The bright amber liquid shown clearly through the transparent class of the disk, and it swished about as his mouth pulled it from it's place, drinking the strong beverage hungrily. He drank heavily, for it dulled the sound of whispers that plagued his mind, and dulled the pain on his flesh from the recent markings.

	Sliding the circular disk back into his pocket, he brought his sleeve to his mouth, wiping it slowly to pick up any remaining alcohol that stayed on his lips. Passing on the offered liquor, as he preferred his own, he listened closely to the others, whose names he had yet to pick up, before considering the question on his own. Why was he here? Was it for the handsome pay, the thought of being so prestigious that he could work among royalty, or the thought of an actual challenge. Likely, it was to be a combination of all three in equal parts. After, and If, he finished this Assignment he would be funded beyond anything he could ever imagine, and would likely never need to take another job and still live comfortably, but, with the difficulty of this upcoming job, and the combined networking he would manage during it, he could work for anyone in the land, and his name would become even more common than it actually was, perhaps even a face would finely go along with the name.