(in response to Kaelara)
A low growl sounded from Captain Greystone's throat. This one seemed like a wildcard… He never did have a taste for working with such unruly individuals. At least her determination gave some promise of discipline. Her evident disregard for the chain of command was another thing though, and he could hardly give his retort before she was out the door, leaving him to stew in indignation.
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(in response to Sonia)
There was little that vexed the Captain more than receiving unprompted advice, especially from those he perceived to be under his command. A scowl betrayed his face for a moment, and he huffed down his growing unrest with a grunt. Having to work with these adventurers was quickly wearing on him.
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(in response to Caled)
The Captain took a recuperating breath with the departure of the young cleric, who seemed more accommodating in temperament. The Captain could be thankful that at least not all of them had so much to trouble him with.
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(in response to Robert)
Logistics concerns were a more tolerable topic of discussion for the Captain, though this woodcutter fellow had quite a lot to say. Greystone idly stroked his chin, taking in the long-winded delivery of questions and concerns.
"Regarding permits – that will not be an issue. The region has been cleared for public traversal by the Duke himself, and the efforts of our expedition shall not be interfered with by the Crown's officials. You have my word on that as the Duke's right hand." The Captain did enjoy mentioning his close accompaniment with the Duke whenever the opportunity arose.
"As for supplies, a small caravan of essentials will be brought along for the journey. This will include water, rations, basic tools and medical supplies. In addition to this sponsorship by the Crown, it is encouraged for each of you to prepare individually, in the case of anything unforeseen."
The next set of questions reawakened the Captain's impatience. It was much easier operating with a direct authority structure, where simple orders and briefings would go unquestioned. It seemed this fellow was particularly meticulous with his questioning, too. Greystone sighed.
"Rest assured, much has been searched. It has been determined that the villagers had little to do with the Lady's disappearance. All signs point toward the ruins, where the most significant clue was discovered – a handkerchief belonging to the Lady, embroidered with the Blackthorn family crest. It is probable that she accidentally dropped the item, or perhaps a struggle took place to cause its discarding."
For a moment Captain Greystone reviewed the circumstances in his head, reassuring himself of his conclusions.
The final set of questions were reasonable, the Captain supposed. These people would be risking their lives, and knowing what they might be in for was fair concern. However, he was also slightly embarrassed to admit that he did not know as much as he would have liked.
"As for the dangerous entities–well–mmm–the matter is–a rather obscure one at the present moment…" Greystone shifted uncomfortably for a moment, hand reflexively coming to rest at his blade pommel.
"...We've sent scouts to survey the area, and two of them have not returned for days now. The one who had retrieved Lady Miralys's personal effect mentioned hearing 'inhuman noises' emanating within the site, and did not opt to venture deeper. As for the fate of the others who did… I cannot say."
The Captain took a quick breath and cleared his throat. "And so, on the morrow we will find out." He lifted his chin, assuming his answers had been satisfactory.
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(in response to Volkhart)
Greystone scanned the assembly of adventurers, one elderly individual catching his eye. He chewed on his lip for a moment, noting the eyepatch and cane and wondering how capable a man of such matured age could be. Yet he could also sense an aura of competence from the man that he couldn't say he'd ever encountered before. Intriguing, to say the least.
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(in response to Engie)
Meanwhile, another lingered in the background, but did not escape the Captain's appraisal. The young woman with light grey hair hadn't yet made herself known, but the assortment of gear she had on her was enough to draw his curiosity. What a strange lot.
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(in response to Jean)
The Captain glanced toward the young man who lastly spoke up, and cleared his throat again.
"The Crown's knowledge of these ruins seems to be very limited. I've not had the chance to consult with experts on the matter, and most of the locals are oblivious to its existence. One particular individual - the local herbalist - did mention that it is a 'cursed' place. Whimsy and superstition, I say…"
There was a slight waver in the Captain's voice, before he resumed. "...We've not had a chance to sweep the place, no. My guess is that outlaws may be using it as a hideout. Perhaps they've captured the Lady and are holding her captive. But whatever the case, we should go fully prepared to deal with whatever threat might loom there."
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Clearing his throat for a final time, Captain Greystone eyed over the assembly. "I trust I've provided an adequate overview of the situation. Let us meet at dawn, shall we?" He announced, hoping to conclude the briefing.