[center][color=1a7b30][h2]Aleph Banton[/h2][/color]
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[b][color=1a7b30]"I've... got to sort myself out."[/color][/b][/center]
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[center][@Lucius Cypher][/center]
[hr]Aleph Banton was not completely sure just how wise his decision to follow the armored orc known as Malakaus Firebelly was. Was he not worthless? Was he not frightened at the very thought of death? Why just a bit earlier, he was incapable of just about anything but feeling sorry for himself. So why then did he find himself tagging along for this march? Banton couldn't tell you himself if he was just following his newfound friend, Olipher, or if some part of him wanted this, wanted to be a real hero, even knowing he wasn't one. 

He gave a heavy sigh. 

While he could not throw away these depressing thoughts that lingered in his mind, the very least he could do was suppress and hide them from anybody else. There was no benefit to causing others to worry about him or annoying them. For now, he could act the part of the fool like he usually did. 


Otherwise he wasn't sure what would become of him. 

[color=1a7b30][i]Fwah....f-fwahah....FWAHAHA...!?[/i][/color]

Mental preparation was necessary to accurately portray the Hero known as Aleph Banton, the one with an indescribable power contained within his right hand! Or was it his left? Just the mere shock he had received from... what was it again that caused him to suddenly fear his death? Well whatever it was it had made it a bit difficult to think properly and preparing the Hero was not going as smooth as it should have been. 

A bit more unstable than he was used to, Aleph Banton silently marched with the rest of the group as he attempted to get into the right mindset. At the very least, he hadn't any problems preparing supplies from the trip. So long as things went to plan, he wouldn't have any problems with what he brought with him. But that did not matter. 

Luck was usually on his side, after all. 

[center][color=92278f][h2]Heinrich Ford[/h2][/color]
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[b][color=92278f]"I return."[/color][/b][/center]
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[center][@lunarlors34][@liferusher][@Spriggs27][@demonspade64][/center]  

Heinrich was not sure if his mind had made it up, but while he was lost in this mansion, he could have sworn he heard something he did not like. Thankfully, he was capable of not being an idiot like people in horror movies usually are, and instead decided to avoid the noises. If some murder-killer jumped out at him because he decided to investigate, he was sure he would die of embarrassment before the knife reached his throat. He would not fall for the most common of tropes, he was sure of it. 

Except it seemed that, much to his irritation, he was a character whom could get lost fairly easily in bigger buildings, as he did not manage to find anybody or anything he would have liked to. He did occasionally hear things some people might have decided to look into, but fearing for some sort of trap, Heinrich continued onwards, in hope of getting himself un-lost. It did not work. At least not for a while, but eventually, he had succeeded in finding the others, apparently just as someone went looking for him.  

He of course had caught the part that Vesta and others would be leaving to assist on some trip. Perhaps this was a way he could repay her for the kind hospitality. He wasn't really capable of fighting, but, well, maybe he could carry stuff? Vesta's offer to tutor someone in magic had reminded him of the potential he knew he had since coming here. He really needed to find somebody to instruct him to make use of it, but asking of Vesta was something he could not do as he had nothing to give her in return. His character would not allow it. If she extended the offer to him, however... well, he would try to help in any way he could. It would be nice to get away from the crazed NPCs of this world for a bit.   

[color=92278f][b]"A gorgeous mansion you have."[/b][/color] Heinrich commented to let his presence be known to those who hadn't heard or seen him, few as though they may be. He stood in a way that could only be described as "fabulous", while looking solely at Vesta, almost as if he disregarded everybody else. Vesta was the only one he had interest in at the moment. It was her (and by extension, her family) whom he had owed for the kind hospitality. 

[color=92278f][b]"I am no warrior and I currently cannot cast a spell, but I would assist you in anyway I might if you would have me."[/b][/color]