Delwyn thought the calm, polite manner of speaking that the easterner woman had was quite charming. He was a little worried when at first she didn't seem to realise what the bell was, but was reassured when she suddenly remembered it. Delwyn had assumed that they all came here for the same reason as he did, but perhaps he could be wrong.
[i]The reason,[/i] he thought, his grip tightening around the bag of medicine, [i]Margaret and Isabella[/i]. Every day that passed it became harder to remember their names. He had to find that bell, even if he was frightened. With a sudden new found resolve, he smiled at the group as Gerhard refered to him as a bookworm.
"My name is Delwyn Seren. I'm not very strong, but I was once a Chronicler at the Vinheim dragon school for magic." He held up the chronicler's catalyst; the dark leather of the cover inscribed with ancient runes and hieroglyphs. "I offer my sorcery to you."

As Delwyn finished his introduction, a peppy young voice sparked up from behind him.
"And I'm Lucas!" Quickly turning to face the young, disfigured one, Delwyn was a little startled that he'd moved towards them so sneakily. Perhaps it was a hidden talent. He smiled politely to the child, stepping to the side as to allow the others to get a look at him.
"It looks like we have accumulated quite the group. That's reassuring." He was expecting to see the skull clad fellow joining soon, but there was no more traces of him at the shrine.