Davanteaux remained silent as each member of the group gave their introduction, his eyes closed while he swayed with the melody. He stopped playing moments after the other elf spoke. Looking upon the others in the brief silence he created, Davanteaux sprang into action. He would make an address to each.

First, he addressed the Orc. He was confident, and with a reputation to match it, “Ay, adventurers we are. And pleased to be joined by the legendary Lonely Blade. Indeed, people sing praises of your prowess throughout the land. A survivalist and warrior, peerless on each front. I am pleased to see you.”

Next, he addressed the holy woman. She seemed a bit lost in every way. An interesting case, to say the least, “A young woman engaged in the religious servitude, her faith leading her into practice. There are no nobler and purer souls than those whose full faith in a God. Truly, no more powerful. May you be served in kind for your kindness.”

He bounded to the half-giant. Although obviously hiding something, they were doing it in one of the best ways possible. It was better to be suspected than to compromise oneself, “Ah, a grand sight. The best of men, you are. So large, and with such wisdom to remain silent. Though your size speaks a'plenty, your restraint says yet more.”

Spinning around to face the mage, a bold smile illuminated Davanteaux's face. This one was incredulous, and rightly so. Clearly very intelligent, but who did she serve? “My, my, my. The perfect martyr, making a sacrifice of yourself to serve the common good. Give to give, what charity and benevolence! May none speak ill of your contribution, as all that is worth preserving may benefit from your loss.”

Looking to his fellow elf, he held out his hand in a universal Elven salute. The Wood Elves had reasons to fear and suspect High Elves, making this one a particularly valuable potential ally. “Ah, my brother in exile. I too know the pain of being forced from one's homeland. Through my own experiences abroad, I am sure that you are strong and fair. Truly those of us who are less than us would hardly last a day in this world.”

Finally, he spun back into his original place facing the crowd centrally. It was likely that true fools were absent from the group. It was surprising, considering the work they were here to take. In his surprise, he found pleasure and comfort. Though he had thought it an unreachable ideal, there were indeed small emergent moments like this that had been entirely impossible in the world before. His faith was slowly and surely being fulfilled. Before he introduced himself, he had a short meditative silence. After a pithy moment, he spread out his arms in a sweeping motion, “I am Davanteaux, servant of Icthus in this grandest of ages! Only in this time would such a party be possible. A new age is dawning before us, and we are its harbingers!” With that, he gave a deep bow. Though he suspected the warier among them would think him insincere, in those last words he was absolutely truthful.