The specific people the Captain gathered in his tent made Connor block his total access to the flow of the Will. Most of them, he was reluctant to touch their minds, let alone be so close to all in one place. It would've been such a chaos that he would've probably fainted. Probably.

He looked around the group, slightly opening his mind to the flow just enough that he could feel the presences and emotions of those around him. The cacaphony of thoughts and emotions all seemed as a battle of wits. A battle gainst the sorceress. Before closing his mind once again, he noted one key theme amongst his companions. No one seemed to be glad to have the Imperial sorceress with them. Especially Connor. He preferred being as far as he could from her presence.

[quote=The Captain] “Oh and she’s going with you all as well. As the Imperial watchdog, I figured she would like a chance to watch how we work and get results. So you all better be on your best behavior. No matter what you think of our Vorstagian friends.”[/quote]

[i]Great. Just great.[/i]

Connor looked around the group that the Captain had mustered to venture forth in Orvston, most were brilliant at hiding their displeasure but his skills in mentalism told him otherwise. Connor glanced at Lieutenant Odran, the man who had knocked him out a few months ago after the unforgetable night when Triala's flames lit the whole camp up. The veteran did not look one bit happy with the Sorceress meddling in their work or her supervision. The mentalist's glance went towards No-quarter Kuro - his face expressed absolutely no emotion and that unnerved him. Even without tapping the flow of the Will, the man emitted intimidation. On the other side of the tent, Kaerun stood thoughtful and to the mentalist it seemed that the old elf's thoughts were probably somewhere else. The young adventurer was not sure though, he did not posess much knowledge about elven facial expressions. The only expression he was sure that was similiar to those of humans was anger, recalling his 'showdowns' with Triala.

Connor did not have the time to observe the others as the Captain dismissed everyone to leave. Hurriedly, the mentalist left the tent trying to keep a distance from the sorceress. He was worried she might be a mentalist like him, read him like a book and exploit his weaknesses during their mission for some sort of personal pleasure. Back in the Imperial capital, while studying in the capital's magic college, he had heard rumours about wizards employed by nobles that utilized their position to satisfy their personal sadistic needs. Her comment on mercenaries further proved the rumors of how arrogant mages of such position were. Only ones had the young man noticed a wizard of such position abuse his appointment. It was a very disturbing memory that Connor recalled, it was during his last few months in the college before abandoning it. A mage, who served a higher noble in the South, had randomly visited a tavern Connor enjoyed visiting for drinks and occassional intimate meetings with women. The mentalist at that time was chit-chatting with a blacksmith's daughter of pale blonde hair and crystal blue eyes with a very sweet perfume that even till now the mentalist remembered. The mage had entered the doors parading with his skills by simply carrying a ball of lightning in his hands. As he approached the bar, the man suddenly stopped - his gaze focused on a little baby that belonged to the tavern's owner. The mage proclaimed he would be taking the baby while the tavern owner obviously refused. Connor recalled how he had sent the blacksmith's daughter to move aside as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. His mind tapped on the mage's faintly and the intent to slaughter almost had thrown him off his chair. The mage had glanced at Connor and simply left the establishment with a smirk. Never did Connor find out why the mage had left at the time rather than committing his eventual atrocious act, the mentalist was sure that the mage was definitely not afraid of the erratic skills that Connor possesed. The next day, the young man had found the tavern burned black with the tavern owners' bodies pierced on the wall with burns that one could barely recognize them. A month after he had heard that a mage had adopted a child to raise. Quite disturbing and weird.

Connor concluded that most mages of such position were driven with vengeance against the commoners due to the high disregard towards wizardry that existed in the lands.

Outside, the smell of food being cooked brought Connor to the realization he was hungry. He opened one pouch hanging on his belt and began chewing on a piece of dried meat. While gnawing on the food he overheard Kuro's conversation with Triala. The mentalist's face was painted with a sneer as mischief began dashing through his blood. He couldn't miss such a golden opportunity.

"Hail Firestarter." Connor spoke imitating the voice of a noble as he looked at the pyromancer. "I would like to volunteer to such a journey, m'lady my expertise in understanding people would be quite useful."

"Also you'd need someone to stop you from burning every damn thing after the first negative response you receive." His sneer still on his face. Connor was so ready for an adventure, he had been bored to death this last two weeks. It was time for a refreshment and Connor looked eagerly to it.