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He shrugged, not really caring. "Cool. So, what now?" He asked, unsure what to do now that he'd met up with all of them.

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"well bookworm was leading us to a temple where we can stay low..." I look around for the missing one.

"Temples don't seem like a good idea. What deity is it for?"

"not sure I'm not even from the same pantheon..." I shrug softly "I am an Egyptian scribe..."

“The only one worshipped here is Vanador,” Aaron remembered, “mostly because it’s his plane of existence, and he can do whatever he wants here. There have been exceptions, though; the city of Kastoba was free from my father for years before he destroyed it. I don’t expect to find anyone, but it’s our only shot.”

"Wait, i'm sorry, did you say that the insane THING that brought us all here is your dad?" He asked immediately reaching back towards his knife.

“No, Vanador isn’t my father,” he replied, “Netharan is; Vanador’s more like a half-uncle in my case. An uncle that enjoys bloodbaths and hunting excessively to a point that it becomes his life. A charming fellow, right.”

I stand between them "we already went through this today.. he hates his dad and is in our side..." I point my staff at you slightly. "plus it's our best shot, finding a shelter that is defendable..."

He slapped the staff aside as he pointed at the cave. "Oh look, a defendable shelter." He spoke VERY MUCH SO sarcastically.

“Oh for the love,” Aaron sighed as he put his face in his hand, “we’re never going to get there at this rate.”

He shrugged and walked out of the cave. "Alright, have it your way."

I snarl and my features shift before I calm down and I look fully human again. The staff is so hot the wood itself is crackling and turning black from the heat. my eyes are bright yellow and red and you see me bite my finger drawing blood and I use the blood to make a symbol on the staff and it starts melding itself.

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He’d spent all this time observing from the back. Watching the movements of the rest of the group while in silent contemplation. Keeping tags on every movement and tweak, speech patterns, and things of that nature.

"What the hell."

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He stood behind her, watching the whole ordeal. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he didn’t want any conflict to start between them.

He shrugged, sheathing the knife in his ragged belt. "Eh, i've seen weirder things."

(Can I join?)

“I’m sure you have,” he replied, “living with wolves and all.”

"I don't live with wolves, exactly. I mean, I do, but in a house."