The man sauntered himself into the discussion, being so kind as to reveal his own stakes in the quest at hand and what interest he seemed to have in its varied rewards. There was no reason in large to believe him otherwise, as fortune seemed to have it; he appeared enough of a local, both in dress and demeanor. If anyone concerned him some, it was the woman who called herself "thief" - not that the man had anything of interest that he felt was under threat, just that the notion was concerning. In particular for whatever a "spellthief" was, which brought about more question that he could only hope would in time be answered.

"If this island is your home, Jaegar, then what was this place to you and your people? Do you know anything of it?"

The robed man began as the woman finished eyeing carefully the tiger, only to then step past her and toward the new addition to their seemingly growing collective. He briefly paused, shifting his eyes back to the accompanying beast and with a wordless exchange, roused it from the grass with a swiftness to its step, drawing it in much nearer. Guiding it, almost with thought as it so seemed, the animal kept its distance from the three at the moment.

"I would rather not be [i]wholly[/i] unsure what we are likely to meet in this tower's rubble."

He gestured in slight with his fingers, signaling the beast once more and at last encouraging it to close to his side. Once there, its attention was called forward and watchful of the door before them; the two, man and animal, shared only a moment of contact as the same hand of earlier pat the thickness of the feline's pelt. Of many beasts this one was well attended to and very much a living weapon, perhaps the foreign man's only one, but without a doubt a deadly tool at that...

[@Yamazaki][@ELGainsborough]