[center][h1][b][color=aba000]Leval[/color] | [color=00aeef]Golem[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[@Oooie][@AbandonedIntel]

Leval's old family car made slightly worrying hiccup sounds as it navigated through the Miami streets heading for the docks where his new groups ship was supposed to meet up. He patted the steering wheel affectionately. The car had been in the family since he was a child, and still drove pretty well. He had been assured that it would be taken care of while he was away. His thoughts turned to the mission at hand. The Albright Island Nexus Point was probably one of the least explored and most dangerous areas of the planet, but he was going there anyways, not for any great quest or noble cause, because some man called Mr. Smith wanted a candy based weapon. Leval chuckled at that thought once again, it was kind of hard not to appreciate the practical absurdity of it. However, the pay was good and easy to confirm and the other benefit of being able to keep whatever he managed to uncover on the island made the prospect far too enticing to pass by. The overcast skies above made Leval wonder for the fifth time that day if he had brought enough supplies for their voyage.

Leval pulled into a lot at the docks, spying the ship further ahead. Gently closing the car doors, after retrieving his belongings from the rear seats, he walked up to the group of people who appeared to be the team he was waiting for. The man with the dark parasol, was obviously Mr. Smith while he was uncertain about the the other two. One appeared to be a man about his age, maybe slightly older, wearing some very comfortable looking clothes with an old military backpack with him. From the conversation he had overheard, he reasoned that this one must be "Sig" from the brief mentions from the small amount of preliminary intelligence that had been sent. Another woman was there as well, her hand was completely skeletal which was quite fascinating as it appeared to be moving as well. He wondered if it was some kind of enchanted object she had found on some nexus point, reminding him vaguely of "Vecna's Hand." She had the light sort of movement on her feet that Leval had come to associate with a large amount of speed and skill. 

[color=aba000]"Hello everyone! I am Leval Lamrue, reporting in."[/color] He gave them all a warm smile. 

From behind the group was a large thudding sound as Golem arrived on the scene wearing a large blanket that covered him from view, not that it did much to hide his overly large stature. When he arrived in front of rest of group, Golem let go of the blanket deciding that it was not longer necesary.

[color=00aeef]"Mark My Arrival. Where Am I To Be Stowed?"[/color] It's voice was like a rockslide falling in slow motion, each word deeply considered before being delivered. Being able to talk at all was fairly impressive given that it did not possess a tongue in the traditional sense. Golem waited for an answer to its question, seemingly quite content to wait however long was necessary.

Leval blinked at Golem in surprise. [color=aba000]"Holy Hell, you are a big one."[/color]

Golem did not shift or even glance at Leval, but did respond with a simple, [color=00aeef]"Yes."[/color]