After having introduced himself he saw the arrival of the monk. There was something about her, something that made the unnatural purple scales, that had been growing on his body since he interrupted the cult ritual in the ruins, itch and pulse in reaction. It what not something he had experienced before, the scales had always been an helpful change with the strength they brought with them, this was the first time their presence was anything other than an oddity. He resolved to speak with her, though how to begin such a conversation was a difficult question and as such he would wait for a while, she was currently occupied by her conversation with the large ax wielding man. Speaking of him the man looked like he might have once belonged to one of the tribes his people had encountered when they arrived on the surface, in any case he had returned the nod the man gave him as he arrived before his traveling companion arrived and perhaps that might give him an opening line with the pair. He briefly examined the excitable hooded individual, her pale complexion not so unusual to him, before the exodus his people had had similar complexion from their time deep in their vaults and were rather confused at the change that occurred as they were exposed to the sun for the first time in their history.


At this moment the royal adviser step up on a stump and made his announcement. He considered which task he would most prefer to take part in. certainly the tomb would be more preferable for his desire to fight the undead but he had experience with fortifying and defending positions, something he expected the other adventurers might not be so interested in. It never did well to leave your rear exposed nor to have the sentries be the kind of individuals who would get bored and wander off guard it.He Imagined that the Irthorne at least would appreciate a well secured exit or reinforcements in case something went wrong. His ponderings were interrupted by the arrival of two more individuals.


The tentacled humanoid with three eyes escorted by guards was certainly hard to miss though Andrik did not recognize the species they must certainly considered dangerous if they were brought here in chains, though why such a creature was to be in-trusted with helping free the town from the undead despite was a question that needed asking.


Finally from the woods, came a humanoid spider dressed in what could only be described as an eccentric garbe but what interested him more than her species or outfit where the weapons she carried. The small weapons bore an unmistakable resemblance to some of the weapon blueprints his people had retrieved from the ruins of their home. Those had clearly been the basis for the aesthetic of the bow he carried yet even the most gifted of their scholars and engineers could make neither heads nor tails of the supposed workings of the devices. The designs were filled with references to unknown ideas and technical language, nobody had any idea what plasma, a Tesla coil or an electromagnet field where. At any rate she was standing a way of as if expecting someone to approach her first, perhaps she was shy or more likely judging from here outfit, someone of notable wealth or power trying to make a point of their superiority. Seeing a threefold opportunity to learn of here race, her weapons and making diplomatic contact with one of power he decided to approach and make polite conversation with the possible aristocrat. He also retrieved the tablet and hung it from a more reachable position on his belt in case he learned something that was worth documenting.


“[color=cd7f32]Greeting madam, if you missed it the organizer Irthorne has just announced his intention to split the party into one that will enter the cave and one that will act as a rear guard to see of any flanking or enforcing hostiles. Also may I enquirer to the nature of your weapons? I have not seen their like before“[/color]