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[@Silver Carrot](REB), [@Rune_Alchemist](ARL)

[color=FF5353][b]Mhm! Good, since I um...doubt I'll be smart enough to help on my own."[/b][/color] the Minotaur spoke, clearly relieved to have a familiar face on a quest like this, with science he was not so familiar with. Neil's comments were rather interesting though...and lead to Magnus imagining himself flying on a massive bouquet of giant balloons. And the fact that'd he'd be looking at the ground the whole time. The mere thought made him a wee bit queasy, so instead he figured that flying on the back of a bird just made more sense.

Magnus was surprised when the priestess called out in greeting to him, turning around and looking somewhat confused as he was handed a package. Carefully opening it to peer at the contents, Magnus' eyes lit up bright enough that you'd think he's stolen them from a kid on christmas morning. Holding the large white tunic out proudly, Magnus carefully put it on, having to restrain himself from jumping with joy. He...had a shirt! Tunic to be specific, but a top nonetheless! The broad neckline did show off a good bit of his shoulders in a somewhat odd way, but that helped it remain a smidge loose, given that if it was too snug, Magnus just lifting his arm would tear the thing. 

[color=FF5353][b]"Y-You made this? Thank you so much!"[/b][/color] Magnus said, giving her a respectful bow, this time minding his horns to point at the ceiling as he craned his neck. [color=FF5353][b]"If there's ever anything I can do to pay you back for this, let me know. Good luck on your translation hunt!"[/b][/color] he said excitedly, before bounding through the hall and out the door, just in time to see the person arrive. He didn't know if they were here for a job, but it was likely that it'd get done. 

Eager to get going, Magnus felt like today would be an amazing day; He'd get to finish a quest with someone he'd thought long gone, see a flying machine, and now his shoulders would stay warm! Feeling snug as a bug, Magnus rushed back inside, having absentmindedly forgotten his axe, before rushing out once more, incredibly thankful for Rebecca's gift. 

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Magnus was looking forward to visiting a monster-friendly town, hoping to perhaps find more clothes tailored for people with horns. That optimism soon turned to worry as he saw the overturned stagecoach and the man stranded atop it. Thankfully it wasn't people, as Magnus took a deep breath, steeling his courage and readying his axe in hand before exhaling a bit of steam out his nose, eyes narrowed on the beasts. Charging headfirst into the fray, Magnus swept one of the beasts who had tried once more to leap at the stranded man along with the blade of his axe, dragging the thing for a second before its body would fall into two halves, Magnus' axe now caked in its blood. Now that the element of surprise was lost, he only hoped that he could distract them to let Arletta deliver a strike from behind the group.

Having charged past in his attack, the Minotaur man was stooped low to the ground, exhaling furiously, as if trying to exude a sort of primitive dominance over the beasts. Suddenly, his voice cracked the snarls and growls of the beasts as he let out a tremendous bellow from his vocal chords, both trying to intimidate, and distract these things. He needed to make sure that none were trying to attack the man, or noticing Arletta's follow-up...whatever it might be. It was likely a strange sight to see the shy, wallflower of a Minotaur suddenly charge, but it seemed that he had experience fighting animals, at the very least. Five remained, and any who got close would get a swing of Magnus' Jotun Baal.

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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist]

[color=A9A9A9][b]"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. I'm curious as to what this show will be, but we're ready to help, if needed."[/b][/color] Nephele said, maintaining a perfectly preserved air of professionalism and pose, seeing that, at least as far as appearances went, this place most certainly wasn't abandoned. Of course, she had experience in such tucked away towns being considered abandoned, so perhaps it was just her imagination in thinking this town was...sketchy. Beyond sketchy, even. There was something she couldn't put her finger on regarding the air here, but it put her on edge. 

Regardless, she had confidence in her ability to defend herself if needed, but for now pleasantries would ease her nerves beneath the surface. Her hard, sharp claws were netted together in front of her, walking to follow the gentlemen once he would lead them...if he would, more like. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Out of curiosity, why send for help from an adventurer's guild for a task such as this? Naturally we talk on all sorts of work, but it strikes me as...a bit out of the way for your village."[/b][/color] This was, to simply gauge a reaction, after which she would follow with: [color=A9A9A9][b]"But, I suppose it matters not. We'll ensure that your festival is as joyous as ever."[/b][/color] Gazing toward the manor, Nephele pondered momentarily on whether this could all simply be an innocent festival...but doubts still lingered in her mind. Regardless, she'd make sure that the truth, and whether her suspicions were found to be justified or not, came to light. So long as she stuck together with Maria, this job would go smoothly, she felt.