Pulling himself together Ordore realized how damaged this village was. 

_So many bandits lay amongst the flames of the village. Some still holding to their life try to crawl away. Wounded and even missing parts yet they still hold on to their life for what. Hope or even... love._

Ordore thought looking at Darthalia. A man who introduced himself as "Ru" walked up to Ordore, who didn't seem to mine the hood and cloth covering everything but his eyes. **"Regardless, we should be likely be heading out before it starts getting dark."** Ru said. He was a smart character and not someone who would follow orders blatantly without a good reason. **Ready The Jackals for me while I speak with Darthalia.** 

Ordore walked up to Darthalia looking at the big group of mages. He noticed what could only be described as the "devil" in armor. Ordore finally stopped walking to face Darthalia. **"It seems like you have the map and crystal things. So you are of high priority to protect. You also have to lead the main party to the tavern that I spoke of. I'll show you on the map."** Darthalia seemed confused at this cloaked figure and Ordore realized he seemed rude with the clothes. Almost rutine and pattern like his hood and cloth were off. Letting his hair out once more, which was starting to brighten up but ever so feintly. Darthalia gave out an "ohhhh" like she didn't even know it was him. Ordore showed Darthalia the place and time to get there. **Any questions?**