Aslo had been content to walk silently as the group made their way towards Arian. Some of the group seemed quite pleased to be in the beautiful countryside with it's lush trees and open plains. He was somewhat less impressed. Compared to the Freeholds the area was fairly chilly, and he had always found a certain beauty in the sand and death that the Holds held.

Trouble had been brewed, and as everyone else had done, it had come time to choose a path. Quickly Aslo weighed options and information. He found that while he may know roughly the same amount about everyone in the group, that information was more or less trivial in trying to discern whether he'd survive working with them on a collaboration.

His eyes floated through their ranks until he found the pair of mercenaries fragmenting off towards the inn. Finding this, his mind was made up, and he began to follow behind. There was a certain safety in a pair of brutes who knew their business, and he had faith in their professionalism.

As the Mercenaries began to speak to this James illusionist as he was, Aslo began to become very concerned for those inside. It seemed that he had very little regard for human life. A quality that makes for a good employer, but a terrible adversary. He listened intentlty to the conversation, attempting to piece together what awaited them inside.

However before much information could be gathered from either party, the man best described as "Warrior Monk" decided to stab out towards James. At forst it didn't appear to be too hostile an intention, just a blunt staff, but a quick stream of liquid flowed from one of the waterskins that the man wore, and froze onto the spear as ice. Water magic it was, and an aggressive additude to boot. This was becoming a much more interesting adventure.