Listec was neither shocked nor surprised, it was far harder to impress a being coming from both an island-nation and a mortal race infused with magic to their very core, the Shadow Warrior having seen acts of magic that would make the vision show within his mind seem like a paltry parlour trick from a drunk College of Magic initiate at the local tavern. During the magically enhanced exchange of knowledge, he could not help but keep his face completely expressionless - even though his helmet obscured his features - snorting ever-so-lightly at the suggestion that he was even there for riches, wonder and power. No, he was there because if there was [b]any[/b] chance of crossing blades with his former kith and kin, his most hated adversaries, whether on the sea lanes or in the jungle, then he was going to take it!

After listening to introductions from two of the Human adventurers, silently contemplating all that had been revealed to them at speeds which the others present could only imagine, he opened his lips to speak, "Listec," was all he said by way of naming himself.

[i]"Is anyone else slightly concerned that we are being sent to locate an artifact that can apparently consume the souls of anyone who touches it?" 

"And why are you the exception to that?"[/i]

"There are many such artefacts in the world, Master De Vigny," quipped the Elf in his syllable precise but also lilting toned Reikspiel, "some which can achieve worse than merely consuming ones soul..." again his head tilted, this time to follow Fortune's gaze, "it is a valid question however, as to why you are the exception," he took in 'Jehan' with a slightlt intake of breath, "possibly something to do with [i]identity[/i]?"

Almost every word in Tar Eltharin, the language of the Asur, had a duel meaning and although this time he spoke a Mannish tongue, Listec certainly meant both who Jehan was (or was not) as well as alluding to their true gender in as subtle a way as he could manage.

[i]"-...You must be lost Elgi! And blasted insane if you think you can come in here and speak to a Longbeard like that!"[/i]

He had hoped that the magic would distract the Dwarf from his tirade, but apparently it was a lot harder to do so than he might have thought. No, the stunted mass of hair, ink and flesh continued as if their patron had never even revealed himself.

"Lost? With company such as [i]you[/i], quite possibly. Insane? Undoubtedly," the glimmer in his eyes that accompanied his latter words - perhaps a simple touch of the moonlight, or maybe something else - showed that he might not be jesting about his mental state, "you are correct though, my vertically challenged friend...he [b]does[/b] have a rather long beard."