"Whispered Ventures" was Bumble's kind of compromise. Ozend understood the strength of the silence, it must have been his noble warrior blood; Bumble already knew they were going to get long. As he spoke she nodded in agreement, his mastery of the common language allowed him access to the missing pieces required to illustrate the power to the others.

The conjurer perked up again and Bumble tried hard not to roll her eyes. Bumble had met many wizards, many far more powerful than this purveyor of cheap tricks but she far exceeded any of them in smugness and lack of self-awareness and those that came close had the some of the skills to back it up. Unless Mimic dwelling creatures were deathly afraid of furniture she could very well end up as dead weight or dead, for the rest of the trip. Mimi was only making matters worse, at least Alice did have enough spine to throw in her own name. Bemused by magic and hardly a physical build, what was she even capable of?

Bumble really did roll her eyes when yet a second smug type made himself known. Yliastrum? Really? this was getting out of hand.

It wasn't a fair competition really, any suggestion that wasn't a party members name or in a foreign language was going to win.

"I change my vote to Whispered Ventures so now it has two votes. For the record, furniture pedlar, whispers topple dynasties and have the power to fundamentally change the course of history. Its exactly the sort of power you need to learn." 

"If whispers aren't the embodiment of strength, elegance, knowledge and perfection I honestly don't know what is."