RP:The Final Fishy Countdown

Summary: It's the third, and final, meeting amongst Adventurer's before they head to Twister Island to duke it out with a powerful mage, mother nature's wrath, and flying sharks. What could possible go wrong!? A few new members are introduced to the guild, and Lanara answers any questions or concerns they may have, before leaving for Rynvale in ten days to reclaim the island for the helpless villagers. Within this time, everyone is encouraged to say goodbye, tie up any loose ends, and train in combat, the use of a harpoon, and build up their stamina. This journey is not for the faint of heart.

Lanara waits for everyone to arrive, impatiently pacing back and forth, as each member uses their special guild key to pass through the portal and into the meeting place. Instead of taking her usual seat at the head of the fine mahogany table, the witch remains standing. Apparently, the branching off into groups to work on strengthening their physical abilities hadn’t gone as planned. Lana had a fall out with Tiber, Aira and Scandal still hadn’t agreed on a location to meet, and Emilia and Circinus were mostly sitting idly by and waiting for direction from their teammates. It was a disaster. Lana is hoping that this meeting will help ease their concerns about working together, and she vows to be a little more in control of those that show up. She had excused the huntress, Aira, from this normally mandatory meeting. After the last one, the fox had been downright hostile in her presence, plus she was off in Frostmaw looking for her missing mate. However, there were a few new faces at this meeting; Elioyahazer, Khitti, Meri, and even the leader’s sister, Talyara. The witch clears her throat, commanding their attention, and once she has it, she begins, “Thank you all for meeting on such short notice. I received another letter from Renata. Things are pretty much the same. Three separate tornados, containing sharks, and fueled by a combination of magic and the natural elements of Twister Island. Crimson Cloak, the mage behind everything, still reigns.” Circling the table now, she drops a packet of papers before each member. They’d see a drawing of Crimson Cloak. Several drawings on the various forms of the storms. And finally, a drawing of a shark, alone with marked areas that would denote a kill zone. The final parchment describes the outline of the trip, along with a map of the island, and the essentials each member would have to remember to pack. “Before I take any questions, I’d like you all to look over the packet for a few minutes. And then, I’d like our new members to introduce themselves to the group, explain your title if you have earned one, and then we’ll discuss our next course of action.” The mastiff whines and Lana glances his way, the two locking eyes before she nods, “Correct. For those that don’t know, our expert tracking dog is Circinus. He, obviously, can’t speak; however, he wanted me to offer his name to those that have yet to make his acquaintance.” Lanara would then drop into her seat at the head of the table, cross her legs, and rest her gaze on Elioyahazer. Clearly, she was hoping he’d go first with the introduction bit, after they all reviewed their paperwork.

The assassins presence is but a vague description of silent footfalls; a man of the deserts, draped in reds and blacks. His attire is foreign and perhaps outlandish, yet exotic and expensive to say the least. A shemagh or keffiyeh as others might call it, is tied around his head and providing those features a veil. Protecting his identity to the room full of strangers. Only those mutated eyes glare out from within the slit his scarf provides - bearing the mark of a condition known as sectoral heterochromia; they are brown with clear sections of blue within them. A single nod is given to Lanara and the others before he shifts an exotic scimitar tied to his waist so that he may sit. What the others might not notice, due to the attire he chooses to wear, is the plethora of knives, daggers, and vials of poisons hidden beneath his garb. His eyes shift to their mascot Circinus, the pet responsible for their tracking. The desert born continues within his shroud of silence, intently listening to Lanara’s words. The parchment placed before him is opened, and eyeballed to look over the details being presented to him. Once finished, he notices that Lanara’s gaze is upon him and takes the hint. He rises to speak to the group first. “I am the guilds new weapons expert, chosen by Lanara.” A hand waves in her direction. He half wonders if they knew of what happened to Riordan or not? How the man ended up decapitated at Eli’s hands. “Unfortunately, because of my work I cannot give you a name.” His identity is a well guarded secret, denoted by the cloth veil he chooses to wear. “But you may call me Sandman.” What kind of name is that? “I will do my best to ensure training with the bow and arrow, fencing, and maintain a cache of weapons for the guild, including any enchantments placed upon them. Others may as well seek me out for training in stealth, poisons and lock picking.” His voice, despite his claims is soft and riddled with a foreign accent. At the end of his lengthy introduction, Eli bows and finally falls back into his chair, waiting for the others to introduce themselves.

Since Khitti’s rebirth, she’d been a rather outgoing person. The fact that she was returned to the living and breathing, the fact that she finally had a family and the life she’d always thought would just be fairy tales, was enough to keep her going, to keep her happy, and to spread that happiness to others. Today, however--and many days within the past few months--was not one of those days where she was sunny and bright and cheery. Today was not a day that she particularly wanted to associate with other people, even people she loved. Much like in the past, Khitti felt lost, and she tried not to show it. It did anyway, despite her trying, but it was merely in a lack of eye contact with her fellow guild mates, silence unless she was spoken to, and a strange sort of distracted nature, the cause of which was only known to Meri and Lionel. They would look over the packet--though Khitti couldn’t quite focus on it--then Lanara would speak, and the one that introduced himself as ‘Sandman’ would as well, and then the proverbial spotlight would soon shift to the redhead herself. Crimson brows knitted together as she tried to find her words, issuing a sigh before they’re finally spoken, “I’m Khitti.” No last name. Did it matter? “I’m the guild’s spiritualist.” A vague look of confusion was present. As of late, she hadn’t felt like that title fit her well enough for doubt had returned to the templar of Cyris. “I’m the leader of the Paladin’s Guild, as well as the Warrior’s Guild’s third-in-command, and formerly deputy leader of the Necromancer’s Guild. Should you happen to find something of a holy nature, whether it be light or dark-related, I’m the one you should come to, to find out its purpose.” Should they though? “Much like, erm, Sandman, I too excel in weaponry--mostly in archery--as well as magic. Should he not be able to help you, I can with that as well.” Khitti took a breath, trying to decide if there was anything else to add and soon did so, “I’ve a rather diverse knowledge of both light and dark magic, on the off chance that someone might require aid there as well.” She let out a sigh, fell into silence again, and tried not to stare at one thing or another for too long, lest she take to a bit of zoning out and not hear anything that might be of importance.”

Much like her sister, Meri has not been the best about getting out and socializing as of late. Their reasoning was very different, but Meri was still here, trying to show her support for both Khitti and the guild she only recently joined. It made sense for introductions to be had, but Meri was not exactly keen on standing up and spilling details about herself. This would have been a scenario she was far more comfortable a year ago. At least she is not first up for introductions, that pleasure goes to this 'Sandman'. Needless to say Meri raises a brow at the introduction given, it can't be helped. The woman is always a little suspicious of those who do not share their name, and the reason given for why he would prefer his name be private does not do much to put Meri's mind at ease. Khitti next, Meri tries to don a supportive smile when it is Khitti's turn but there is an underlying sense of dread beneath it because Meri is next and it will soon be all eyes on her. Yay. Her turn. The blonde woman stands, offers up a lazy salute in a way of hello and then introduces herself with a simple. "Meri. Combat Trainer. I think that title is straight forward enough that you guys probably get what my role is within the guild and what I probably excel in." Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a lazy shrug before the woman flops back down into the seat she claimed for herself.

This was to be Talyara’s first meeting of the Adventurer’s Guild since joining and she was filled with the same excited, nervous energy that pervaded her body before her first coven meeting all those years ago. There was something about being part of a close knit community that appealed to the little witch and of course with her older sister as the leader, Taly had jumped at the chance to join. Still, a slight bitterness edged its way into her conscious as she recalled the insane initiation task Lanara had sent her on which involved hunting a fabled frost boar in the Frostmaw wilds. To her defense Lana had no idea that Taly would go to such lengths to complete her task, but she had and nearly gotten killed in the process. Talyara had forgone her crutch in favor of attending the meeting, not wishing to appear weak in front of her guild mates. It had been agreed upon prior to today’s gathering, that Taly would act as record keeper as she would be unable to join the others on Twister Island due to said injuries from her boar hunt. As Lanara paces anxiously, Taly dips her quill into the parchment and begins to scribble some basic information on the top such as the date, time, and location of the meeting. She shifts in her chair, wincing slightly as she settles her leg into a more comfortable position, as she watches the others enter the room. Most are recognizable, and should any meet her eye before the meeting comes to order, she would dip her chin in a silent greeting. Once everyone was situated around the table and Lanara begins to speak, the younger witch turns her emerald gaze on the leader, feeling a swell of pride at the way her sister commands attention with authority and grace. As the packet of parchment is dropped before her, Talyara thumbs through it, studying the portrait of the Crimson Cloak and the maps alike, before dipping her quill into the ink once more and making a few notations in the margins. When Lanara sits and bids the newest members introduce themselves to the rest, Taly pulls her original parchment baring the details of the meeting before her and readies the quill. When Elioyahazer begins to speak, Taly shifts her focus onto him and does a visible double take. It wasn’t his attire nor his secrecy that took the witch by surprise, but rather his eyes. She recognized those eyes. She presses her lips into a thin line before she scribbles the name ‘Sandman’ in feminine script before adding the details of his position within the guild. Once he was done and Khitti spoke followed by Meri, Taly would do the same. Of course the information would stay only within the Guild and would have added magical securities that Talyara would place upon it so that no one but a guild member could decipher what was written. Talyara’s eyes remain focused on her parchment as she waits for the next person to speak but silence follows. Only when she lifts her green eyes does she realize all attention is upon her and the witch’s cheeks flush a pale pink “Oh! It’s my turn,” she says in an apologetic tone. “Er, well for those who don’t know me, I’m Taly and I’m a witch. I, uh, don’t have any fancy titles or special abilities like you all.” The witch clears her throat and looks away from everyone else, clearly embarrassed by her lack of importance within the guild. “But I’m very loyal,” she adds as an afterthought, nipping her bottom lip between her teeth. “And I’ll help anyone out in any way that I can.” Talyara busies herself with her parchment once more, hoping the next person would begin to speak so she could be out of the proverbial spotlight.

To those who had seen him before, Scandal's new appearance was very much different from what he normally appeared as. His eyes were no longer that soft red, they were filled with the fire of a dragon, like that of a beast. The ten foot tall being known as Scandal sat on a stool not a chair, of stone. His massive scaled body with black polished scales was covered in a dark green t shirt that barely was stretched threadbare of his massive muscular arms and body, He wore a pair of gray pants that were likewise being stretched to their limits from the muscles of the sitting black and red Dragon. One hand on his leg the elbow on the other his large wings pulled up against his body and his tail twitching from side to side. The dragon was in deep thought, intently listening and intently observing. His eyes flashed from face to face of those who stood up and introduce themselves, those eyes never softening never changing, never blinking. He watched first Lanara his adopted sister, and listened to what she had to say, and then moved his attention to the one who called himself Sandman. His gaze trying to draw in any details he could, any interactions between Lanara and this man. His attention turned to the one Khitti, who he hadn't at least not to his recent occurrence had actually met, then to Meri, and finally to Talyara. He looked up at gathering and lifted his head from his hand, though albeit not far from it. In voice that was like hard metal being dragged across stone he said in response to his other beloved sister. "My sister Talyara sells herself short, she is without a doubt fully empowered with the greatest gift I think that belongs to her exclusively, and that would be her great love for her family and friends, and her eagerness to love them when they are unlovable, that is her special ability." He couldn't smile his draconian features prevented much in the way of facial expression so he was a hard read. Sometimes he was known in the past for being childish and at other times of the more mature people in the room. Raising his head some more he moved his hands from his knees and rested them on the table. "My full name is Scandal, Androxius Novancus Scrathulclaw, I am old in numbers not in physical nor in my mind, nor in my personality. Here at the guild I serve as the Lead Researcher for the Guild, something you don't know about, something that no one else here at this table can help you find or learn. I am the one you go to. In addition to this, I possess the ability to replenish other peoples magical reserves from my very vast own source, see me if you’re running low, or need a boost beyond your own reserves. I am thrilled to meet you all and I hope to get to know each and every one of you. Thank you." He turned his attention to the next runner up, giving them a silent nod, and turning his attention to them.

The Genasi was present at this meeting with an entrance long before the others this meeting. The woman sat in a chair on the other side of the room, tucked away in the corner where she could be both seen and heard if she need to speak, but far enough that the members of the guild did not have to endure the chilling cold that radiated off the child sized woman dropping temperatures in her personal bubble to near winter degrees. Her chair had long frosted over from prolonged exposure to the Ice Lady adorn in a simple gown of deep blue that fit snug against her skin and bone frame until it reached her waist where it flowed outward down to the hem that was long worn into shreds from being too long for her height. Bare feet swayed above the ground as her heels tapped softly against the leg of the chair, bored while waiting. While Lanara and those before her spoke the woman’s hand rested in her lap over the stump where her right hand formerly was connected. Righty, the black hand of the Genasi, was curled but next to the woman looking like an odd glass animal. Minus the man in rags calling himself the Sandman the Healer knew every other soul in this room, some better than others. The oversized for the room dragon finished and all eyes were on her. The look hidden in the depths of those faint blue eyes appeared lost, in another realm of thought before she blinked realizing she was meant to talk now. Standing those wild white curls of the Healer fell around her like a curtain hitting the floor. A wave of the stump was given from her distant corner, “Minus Sandy over there everyone here knows me as Emi. I am the go between for this group and the Healer’s guild, nothing special.” Her voice came like a whisper on a breeze of chilled air making its way around the room rather slowly. It goes without saying her talents are of the healing arts and anything to do with ice. A second of thought before she added, “Talyara I believe you are most equal as every person here and I believe you should have the title of Keeper of Words,” a simple suggestion of something that made record keeper sound better and something she hoped Lanara would find agreeable. Going to sit she pauses as the black creature leaps up to the chair and waves an index finger at the group, “Oh, this is Righty, my right hand,” quite literally her right hand, ”Loves to play fetch so if you can’t reach something just ask.” The animated black-ice hand hopped up and down almost like an excited pup before leaping off the chair and going to run about the room to greet each member of the guild personally with a little wave and what appeared a bow if a hand could bow. Nothing else to say the Healer retook her seat and Righty eventually returned to curl up on the floor next to her once more.

Tiber was right close to the dot, taking one of the last seats across from Lanara. The last time he had seen her had been when she said her farewells for good. The apartment was vacant without her pink pillows and happy-go-lucky attitude. He may or may not have missed her presence, but he was glad to endure his bachelor pad again. The man wears black jeans that roll at the ankles with a pair of his loafers. He wears one of those button-ups, but he keeps the buttons loose and his hair messy. Sandy scruff forms along his sharp jawline. The man looks stronger, but still has that lean build that makes him stealthy. Amber eyes flick over each individual in the room. Talyara makes him uncomfortable, Lanara makes him uncomfortable, and everyone else is nothing but a stranger. How was he in this guild? Why was he in this guild? Also, “Sandman” had Tiberius propping up in his seat while keeping a skeptical eye on him. The wolf was blatantly staring which might have been uneasy for everyone in the room, but the blonde man did not really have manners. Everyone knew that if they knew Tiberius Lowell. As people bounce around the table introducing themselves, the man leans back and shakes a crossed-foot as if he was a child. Emilia speaks her part about being a member of the Healer’s Guild, and he smiles out of respect, but that does not last long due to the black iced hand that has a mind of its own. “Uhhh,” back to the uneasiness again with everyone in the room. Once it is his turn, the Catalian leans forward against the table. “My name is Tiberius, and I am the translator for the guild. Any language barriers we come across or translations with scribe, I’m your guy,” he says this in a low velvety tone. For the most part, he is trying to keep to himself due to the falling out of some relationships within the room.

Lanara sits back, her fingertips lightly trailing up and down the back of the mastiff, as everyone goes around the table and offers an introduction. She’s bored. They do this at every meeting, since they are constantly recruiting new members, and seeing as she’s the leader and has met everyone already, she’s forced to endure the repetition. Sandman gives a brief background, and she gives him a reassuring smile, though she has to bite the inside of her cheek as he gives a bow. Why was he being so formal? Next, is Khitti, followed by Meri, and Lana can sense that something is amiss. Both women seem to be quieter than usual, and her expression softens. She’d be sure to meet with them both, sooner rather than later. They had become good friends to the witch, and it was her job to make sure all of the members of the guild were in good spirits. Taly is up next, and Lana inches forward in her chair, her boredom slowly receding. The ‘initiation’ pranks she was pulling on her little sister kept her amused for weeks, and she likely would be plotting the next one, in the coming days. “So… To confirm… Sandman is our weapons expert, Khitti is our spiritualist, Meri is our combat trainer, and Taly is working her way up the ranks and won’t be accompanying us on this particular adventure, as she sustained injuries when hunting for frost boars.” She motions for the group to carry on, when Circinus whines, “Oh, correct. And Circinus is our tracking dog. Please, continue…” The rest of the group gives their titles and introductions, and Lana is rummaging through some papers, as she’s heard this all before. Twice in fact. Emi and Scandal, she knew better than most, so even Righty’s antics hadn’t raised a brow. The realization that Tiber decided to remain with them, even though their unique arrangement had ended, however, does have Lana lifting her head to lock eyes with the lycan. Was he only here because she knew things about him? A fear of blackmail, perhaps? Had he missed those pink pillows, stray animals, and the constant nagging? A smirk twitches the corners of her mouth, until she sees the blonde staring at Sandman. Great. The two were going to have a pissing contest. Thankfully, the formalities are complete, and Lana rises, making certain to step into Tiber’s line of view, so he wouldn’t anger the assassin at her side. It was bad enough she had to deal with the hatred that spewed from Aira, regarding Scandal, and she barely had that contained. “Okay. Back to business!” Clasping her hands together, Lana studies the board for a moment, and gathers her thoughts. “We are setting out in ten days. That should be more than enough time for us all to get our things together. At our last meeting, I suggested that we all work on our strength training. There will be days spent on the ocean. Lots of hiking through uneven terrain. We will be dealing with storms, sharks, and an evil spell caster. We must be prepared. I broke us up into groups, and I’m hopeful that we can continue with that.” Swallowing, she forms groups in her mind, before naming them. “Emilia, I would like you to pair with Tiber. Khitti and Meri, you two would make a great team. Taly, you can sit this one out as you’re still on the mend. Maybe you can knit Circinus some new booties for his paws? Sandman, you’re with me. I think that’s every-“ Lana looks at Scandal, “You can remain with her old partner, Aira, okay?” She waits as they all absorb what she’s asking of them. Teamwork was vital. “We will head out at dawn. Aira will have the ships ready and plot out the best course. Emilia will be sure that we have all the medical supplies we need to protect ourselves, and to tend to the islanders injuries. Some healers and rangers from our allied guilds will be joining, as well, on separate ships. Taly will have made copies of the maps and diagrams of the sharks. Sandman will be sure to have all of our weapons polished and sharpened, as well as provide some harpoons and teach us how to use them. Meri will be there to guide in hand to hand combat, and offer self-defense lessons. Khitti is there for those of us that need a pep talk, some religious guidance, and to bless our journey. Tiber, he will be my liaison for speaking with the island natives and Renata, our primary contact. Scandal will be our bait, as he flies to the opposite end of the island, as we all sneak onto it from our ships. Circinus will track Crimson Cloak’s location and lead us there. I will handle everything else… Our supplies, our meeting place, the best plan of action once we get to the island, that sort of thing. Are there any questions?”

Elioyahazer’s attention shifts from one member to the other with each introduction. Taking mental notes that both Khitti and Meri seem to be rather glum. Honestly, who knows why? Certainly not Eli. He had never even meant the two. Perhaps that's just how they always were? But Talyara’s introduction brings with it, the memory of already meeting her. Now he finds himself thankful of that keffiyeh wrapped around his features. Scandal is decidedly a rather large person and the desert born shrugs this off without further thought. Emilia and her pet receive an awkward glance and a raised eyebrow. What is that thing? Eli scarcely notices Tiber’s stare, and honestly passes it off as nothing more than idle curiosity. His gaze finally comes to rest on Lanara, while she gives out the details and training partners. This is a new concept to him. He’s supposed to train with her? “Understood,” are his only words. He had zero questions and would find himself ready and willing to provide any training with harpoons. Beyond that, he had no real reason to interject with anything else.

Khitti would eye everyone as they spoke, and when it got to Tiber, well… she couldn’t stop staring. That sharply angled jaw… that ever familiar accent… the somewhat olive-tinted skin. There were three other men in this realm with those features, two of which shared the blonde hair color with Tiber (though Brand’s was a bit redder). The redhead barely breathed as she continued to observe Tiber, olive-green eyes widened somewhat as the gears quickly turned in her head. There’s another Catalian in Lithrydel. Another. Catalian. C.A.T.A.L.I.A.N. Now, the question was… should she tell Lionel and Brand? Should Meri tell Callum? Brand’s field of fraks was probably hella barren when it came to whether someone was from Catal or not; the former-assassin-turned-ship-captain didn’t have an ounce of love of his homeland, as far as Khitti knew. It was never really “home” for him. But, Lionel? Would he want to know? The gears kept on turning, and she managed to tear her attention away from the Catalian to fixate her attention on her sister, those green eyes of Khitti’s still somewhat bugged out in shock. And then Lanara asked if there were any questions. Khitti had no idea what was said, unfortunately, and sure as hell hoped that Meri was listening. Sure, Khitti had a whole shipful of questions, but they were for solely for Tiber right now. That happy mask she wore when she introduced herself was put back on now to cover up her shock and possible concern, a smile greeting Lanara, as well as a shake of her head, “Nope. No questions.”

The introductions continue and it finally dawns on Meri that there are others here that she is familiar with, Lanara and Khitti were not the only two she knew. Emilia introduces herself and Meri greets her with a bit of a wave, Talyara and Scandal are greeted with the same. Though she has never actually met the lizardman, she has seen him at enough events. Tiber is glossed over for the time being, as are the others she is meeting for the first time. Really this was not exactly the time or place to try and chat it up and make buddy buddy with anyone even if Meri was feeling more social, as demonstrated by the fact that Lanara gets down to business. Meri is paying attention, definitely more attention than Khitti is. Mention of strength training, Meri lifts a brow. The blonde was not present for last meeting, but as Lanara has seen fit to partner her with Khitti, Meri is not dreadfully concerned over this strength training session. Lanara goes on to explain the plan of action on the island, the werewolf continues to listen intently. When the witch finishes her words, Meri's blue eyes swivel back to Khitti, only to notice her sister staring at Tiber pretty hard. Meri looks puzzled. Just because Meri is shacked up with the dark-haired Catalian does not mean that she is an expert at spotting them, Khitti is far more familiar with that pain in the arse lot (sorry Cal, much love). Khitti looks back to Meri, all bugged eyed, and Meri is only further confused. Just what the heck even? This prompts the werewolf to level a studious look of her own on the Catalian. The fact that Tiber is a Catalian is still not processing with Meri, she might be picking up on another detail....but those blue eyes jerk back to Lanara. Meri leans in to whisper to her sister, "Stop being such a weirdo." This is not one of those moments where Meri is doing one of those too-loud whispers to try and embarrass her sister, it's a sincere effort to keep those words hushed between the two of them. The only cue to Lanara that Meri does not have any actual questions is silence that comes from Meri from here on out.

Talyara immediately pulls her parchment back towards her, hunched over with the quill hovering over the page waiting for the next person to speak. She obviously knows her brother’s name and position within the guild already so she busies herself with that until he begins to speak, touching on the fact that she was selling herself short. Taly’s cheeks immediately flush a deep shade of pink and she gives her head an inconspicuous shake in order to hide her face behind her mess of curls. The younger witch is just jotting down Emilia’s name and position when she speaks up on her behalf. Her head tilts up ever so slightly, her cheeks burning hot at the further compliments from her comrades. She attempts to catch the healer’s eyes to mouth a silent ‘thank you’ at her suggestion of a more elegant title—one that Taly would be eager to accept should her sister allow it. Quickly she jots down the addition of ‘Righty’ under Emilia’s name before shifting her gaze to Tiber—his name having finally become known to her the last time they crossed paths. With everyone and their title scribbled upon the page, Talyara straightens from her hunched posture and focuses her emerald eyes on her sister once more. The witch is completely unaware of the others and their stares or hushed conversations—all her attention is given to Lanara for she can already see the wheels turning in her sister’s head. Whatever she did (or did not) make the others do in terms of initiation into the guild, Taly was sure the boar hunting expedition was not her only task. The comment about making Circinus some knitted booties is met with a slight wrinkle of her nose. That was hardly what she wanted to be doing (plus she much preferred to crochet), but she nods her head in agreement lest her sister send her to slaughter a non-existent creature next. She shakes her head silently when Lana asks of there are any questions; she wasn’t attending this adventure, merely doing some behind the scenes work that was self explanatory.

Scandal nodded silently understanding the plan was still pretty straight forward. It irked him that Aira was still his partner, but he knew that the sooner it was over and done, the sooner he could mention that he would not want to be paired with her again. "No questions from this end." He said glancing at Emilia.

Emilia fell silent as she settled back down into her chair to listen to Lanara while Righty found a spot in her lap. The Genasi raised a brow at the suggestion of strength training with Tiber. The hand in her lap wiggled fingers at him in a friendly wave. The elf must have a good reason to put her into a pairing situation knowing full well just how frozen the woman was. Her mind wandered a moment over if that man would survive or turn into a frozen statue being exposed to her long enough to train. She was here to link guilds. First time in a long time for the healer to be near to another soul. Blinking the Healer came out of her own day dreaming when Lanara was asking if there was questions. Eyes on her the ice-woman shook her head, “No questions” Em added quickly before turning attention from her to the next person.

Tiberius felt olive eyes burning into the side of his face. He paid no mind to the other Catalian in the room. Catal was a long distant memory, and he was weak to think of the disaster that had happened in his past. The lycan slowly shifts eyes when he now recognizes two women were staring at him now. The amber side-long gaze he gives is cautious, and almost a glare given from a bratty teenage girl in a cafeteria. Had Lanara said something about him? He pursed his lips before hearing who he was paired with. Emilia. Eyes swivel towards the frosty woman with the creepy hand. His nose crinkles while the hand waves, but he keeps the snarky comments to himself until Emilia and him actually meet. “Everything seems straight forward for now.”

Lanara’s gaze shifts from one member to the next, as they each take their turn at the table, voicing their concerns and putting forth any inquires that she was expected to answer. Circinus whines and drools, obviously having to go potty, and this has Lana clearing her throat once Tiberius finishes speaking. The last thing she wanted was the mastiff leaving an elephant sized pile on the freshly polished floors. If the idea of a sharknado didn’t scare those gathered, the steaming pile of poop would be sure to have them running for the hills! Thankfully, no one seems to have any questions, and she clears her throat, preparing to close the meeting. Khitti and Meri were stealing glances at Tiber, which amuses the witch to no end. Yes, he was good looking, but the redheads stare was somewhat intense. Did they recognize the lycan from somewhere? Scandal doesn’t bother to fight her over the fact that she paired him with Aira, which gives her some hope that the two would settle their differences. Eli and Emi, as always, are right on board, earning them each a warm smile, Righty too, is given a grin. Taly is scribbling furiously on some parchment, and pride shines in Lana’s doe eyes, as her palms pats the dog on the head. “I’ll take you out in a moment. Please hold it, Boy.” Lanara smiles, her eyes drifting to the door as she expects them all to take their leave, “Thank you all for meeting with me. This is our –final- meeting before we head out in ten days. Be sure to pack all of your belongings in the backpacks that I gave to you. For the newer members, you will find your backpacks and compasses in the storage room. Pack any special items that you wish to bring along, a good luck token, and the dossier that was given to each of you about our quest. All medicinal items, rations, weaponry, and camping gear, will be supplied from the guild and at your disposal. Keep your eyes peeled for a carrier, as I will contact each of you with the exact time and take-off location. Remember, this will not be a light hearted journey. There will be dangerous at sea and on land. We are fighting powerful magic, nature’s wrath, and flying sharks… It may be a good idea to say your goodbyes and tie up any loose ends, before we set out… Just in case.” A pause is taken, as she lets the weight of her words reach each of their ears, hoping that it sinks in. “This meeting is adjourned. Be seeing you all soon.” Part of the Sharknado Arc