[i]Nothing.[/i]

Whenever the diviner abused the senses of the majestic hawk overhead, she was deaf and blind to the world, cruising through cumulus and nimbostratus, observing the curious township below, while soaring from the transcending safety of the setting heavens. With adopted eyesight able to pierce distance and piece clarity, the reincarnated librarian massaged rationales for the mores of this newly discovered civilization but with… 

[i]No movement. 
		  No sound. 
				No people.[/i]
[i]						Nothing.[/i]			

The conclusion remained a dubious one.

[color=ec008c]“A void. I heed a scent of purpose and commitment amongst the architecture, yet I feel an abyss. Empty graves beckoning unlucky souls to fill their coffins. It is as if they intentionally share nothing with us, save a burning effigy, with flickers of smoke and fire.”[/color]

Introducing again her fiery pupils into the conversation, she barely caught the murmurs of the Tabaxi’s ending suggestion.

[color=ed1c24]”I think we should march in proudly, our weapons sheathed but ready. Perhaps they will offer respite or a place to purchase supplies. If the Hall is empty, it may serve as shelter for an evening.”[/color]

[i]Or our tombs.[/i]

[color=ec008c]“Yes, Katia. Let’s meet the men of these mansions.”[/color]

Action was demanded before the apparent witching hour.

No longer standing, the band of misfits quickly assembled their ensembles, pompously bearing arms in their scabbards. Their orientation mirrored a militaristic model with Thea, the paladin heading the mishaped pack, with negotiation or steel readied at a moment's notice. Directly behind, the monster slayer remained close but slightly afar to not hint crude engagement of friend or enemy. To his immediate right, and the dead center of their crew, shuffled Katia, with Haemar flanking as her first mate, with prepped perception scouring the town. Consolidating the rear, the Bard recited ballads of trojans and marids, while the diviner sluggishly accepted the fate brandished upon their clan of Celestials, Elves and her Beloved, meditating upon scholars of old and the [i]Seeker of Knowledge[/i]. 

[i]Dusk approached.[/i]

Soft words soon coordinated its harsh rhythm into the unconcealed stride of the party.

[color=ec008c]“Sway like giants, deliberately fetching attention on our forward tour. Soon, the moon will ripple its white flag in surrender to this night. The asylum, before us, fosters ever more so as a necessity now as this town prefers to be caged, while daylight escapes us.”[/color]

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Haemar, Katia, and Wick's familiar are actively scouting as we march ahead.

The formation is thus as we walk into town:

		Hall

		
	  Thea		
	Theodore/Katia/Haemar
               Cesar/Wick

Theodore is behind Thea. Katia is in the middle. Sorta. Haemar is to the rightmost flank. Cesar is behind Katia, and Wick behind Haemar.
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