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

Another member of their party walked up and introduced himself to the rest of them with a large smile on his face. Leval smiled back at him and gave him a little wave. Golem, on the other hand, remained still and unresponsive.

Mr. Smith introduced both himself and the rest of their team as Leval quickly tried to memorize each persons names as well as their respective team roles. When he raised his hand for a shake, Leval grasped it warmly in both hands. Something about the man seemed just to put people at ease, perhaps it was the easy swagger with which he seemed to handle himself. In Leval's experiences meeting with potential employers, they tended to be a quiet bunch attempting to be as covert as possible in whatever their desires may be, but having met Mr. Smith, Leval believed for the very first time that an employer was being entirely straight with him. Plus, he seemed to be a good tipper given how much he had given to the dock worker to take care of his family car. 

Leval reached into his pants pocket gingerly and handed over the keys, briefly hesitating as he attempted to puzzle out the meaning of "whip" in this context. Obviously it referred to his vehicle, but for the life of him he could not figure out how. [color=aba000]"Gentle on the clutch if you can, it's starting to go again."[/color]

Meanwhile, Golem turned to leave without further discussion to follow the crew member Mr Smith had summoned to guide him to location he was to stand, when the human identified as Sig O'Welles, began to circle and inspect him. Golem followed the creature where another beings eyes should be, determining whether or not he was a threat to his current goal. When Sig reached out to pat him on the chest, Golem's arm twitched ready to squash the figure flat before returning to its exact previous position. [color=00aeef]"My Name Is Not Mr. Colossus, Sig O'Welles And I Do Not Piss."[/color] The facts of the matter established, Golem moved past him up the ramp meant for vehicles. The metal ramp rattled beneath his booming steps as he was escorted to the cabin where he was to stand during their journey.

Leval watched the large, retreating figure go before looking back towards Sigmund. In response to Sig's question, Leval sent out some small threads of illusory magic making the form of a large top hat. He reached into the hat and pulled out the 2-D animated figure of Bugs Bunny, who was chomping on a carrot. [color=aba000]"For shame! I am a rabbitmancer and will not stand for this kind of discrimination."[/color] A quick twitch of finger banished Bugs and the top hat back their formless, invisible threads of magic that faded gently into the background of the area's mana count. 

[color=aba000]"I am an illusionist,"[/color] Leval replied with a grin. [color=aba000]"Yourselves? What can the two of you do?"[/color]