[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
Viranti looked over to the party's healer and gunner, a perplexed look on his face. There was an odd smell from their direction, the initial reason for turning his head in the first place. The source was mostly from the inordinate amount of alcohol they had consumed, not that the former desert dweller had the slightest clue. But by the looks of them, the pointy-eared being looked a lot like a subordinate or even servant to his strange-hatted master. Although servitude needn't be the case, he was inclined to believe it so, given the boy's demeanor. Besides, he wouldn't put it past non-draconic cultures to support some kind of slavery, indentured or otherwise. Unsurprisingly, bondage of any kind didn't sit well with him, but he wasn't about to interfere with other people's affairs. Those days looked to be long over.

He returned his attention to the "gate", huffing in subtle impatience when it became clear that the Oracle was waiting for everyone to be ready before answering much of anything, making his own inquiry kind of pointless. He may be a simple brute in the eyes of everyone here, but he knew a trend when he saw one. So, in order to not be bored to death, Viranti, upon taking notice of the ironclad tower of a man (Malkai), decided to let his curiosity get the better of him and he walked over to the orc, sizing him up from about two yards away. Viranti's arms were crossed, not about let his guard down in front of such a formidable-looking warrior. Additionally, given yesterday's events, he couldn't be sure that anyone wouldn't just attack him out of the blue - this world was weird like that. "Hmm... You don't seem at all like any being I've ever seen before. I'm curious as to what manner of creature you are," a fairly neutral query as to Malkai's race. The dragonute had little idea what to realistically expect. If he was going to be attacked, it probably would have happened by now.
[hr][center][@Lucius Cypher][/center][hr]