He turned back and looked at the man named Caspian as he introduced himself, nodding his head in a short bow. He frowned and thought back to the places he'd been. "Its nice to meet you Caspian. Kalakyth, Where is that? I've been all over the eastern lands, I've never heard of the place."  He grumbled, scratching the back of his head, "Where in the world are we?"

He spun around quickly, his hand reaching to his sword out of habit, as he heard the newcomer call out to them. When he saw the man had stayed a good distance away and appeared relatively unarmed he relaxed, letting his hand back down to his side. Caspian answered before he could, and the man seemed to lose interest almost instantly and started mumbling to himself and wandering around. An elf and... whoever that was. He sighed and shook his head, feeling a dark weight start to form in the pit of his stomach.

He watched the newcomer walk over to the window. He could hear the man talking about something but couldn't make out the words as he hadn't followed. But he saw the jacketed figure reaching and peering out the window and his gaze followed. He could see the icy mountains beyond, the frost and icicles clinging to the window ledge. The dark feeling grew. Magic, something he had no experience with and never understood.

Raikon glanced back over to the short blonde next to him, wondering what secrets he may be hiding as well. He felt oddly out of place, which only compounded the feeling of confusion that was building within him. He took two slow breaths and set his jaw, remembering to focus only on what was important. He looked around for supplies and signs of activity. First he had to make sure they were safe, and took advantage of everything possible.

He saw the cloak on the steps, broken casks of what could have been ale or mead long ago. None of that was useful. With the growth being undisturbed it looked as though the four of them were the first to be in this place in as long as they had been alive, probably longer. He shivered with unease, and turned to look at the statues. He didn't recognize the construction, everything looked ancient. His eyes moved up to the giant red ruby, or whatever it was being held by the center statue. The back of his head throbbed, and he remembered for a moment deciding to pray at the temple before going back to the inn, pray for their lost comrades. He remembered a great red stone. Everything else was a hazy mess.

His eyes looked down to just above the statue, and he wondered if he could climb up, or get someone else to reach the small wooden rails he could see positioned there. Raikon looked back to the dark haired man pondering at the window. He seemed to have an interest in the magic of this place, and Raikon wondered whether the gem or his memory would mean anything to the fellow. He looked over to Caspian and held out a hand. "I'll be right back," and then walked over to the steps. He called out to the other man at the window, "You there! Come here for a moment. What do you make of this gemstone?"