Aliester had kept himself a bit further back from the group, close enough to listen, far enough away to not be cramped. More importantly far enough away to be able to take in the whole group with a single glaring stare, and far enough away from the fire to keep some semblance of night vision. Not that it mattered much with the rain coming down hard as it was. It blacked out the sky, blared out the noise of great wilderness. If it was just himself, he would have been happy to just enjoy the rain. But bow he had to keep his head on straight. 

Dark eyes had watched their leader fumble with flames, to be fair in these conditions starting a fire the hard way was nearly impossible. He had spells for this, but this also wasn't quite yet the time to show that off. In the coming days he would have to take a certain amount of charge over their general survival. This was his feild of experience, and untill the Princess was recaptured that we be his main concern, after that he would take up his post as a body guard. No one in this group had the same level of defensive priority as himself, at least no one showed it yet.


Hugo. Trust? Never. Cooperation would be possible at best. Holy men, and men like Aliester never mixed. He just hoped he didn't have to kill him for some stupid religious beliefs.

Concordia. A buetiful name, a buetiful woman. And one who had no idea what she was doing here. A spy, a dipomat. Nessissary, if troublesome. But long as she could take care of herself and adapt it would all play out fine. Probably.

Alfred. A mage? How interesting. And one gifted in a similar line of Hedgemagery. Maybe they could trade stories, spells, and knowledge after. It had been some time since he had been in contact with another of the craft.

Tristian. A noble. Useless, most likely. At best he would be sending back reports on how badly they all were doing, and beg for a better spot back after this affair was through if he lived. Chance was he'd die first. But who knew, maybe he had a sword arm?

Aurélie. A fighter. The other sword for hire, and a commoner. Aliester already liked her. She ate to fill her belly, kept her mouth shut, and her eyes and ears open. Good girl. The group needed another level and suspicious head. Nobles forgot what it was like to live on the bottom, and how the world saw them. Then again, who was he to say? He was both. 

And so his time in the light had finally come around. He took his time finishing the meal, waiting for the party to go round. Casting his lots and Cotes on his companions, only fair they now get to do the same. 

"I'm Aliester Greyson. Of house Greyson. A English and French born mut. I severed as part of the Free Company 'Pluie Noire'. A now disbanded company. I bring the knowledge of wilderness survival, and private defense. Once we recapture our Ward, I'll be taking her under my personal protection. During that time she will be my main concern, so please, don't count on my support. If trouble raises it's head I'll fight only much as required to sercure her exit." 

He took a long sigh, and then a quick swig from a flask on his hip. It would be best to just come out with now. 

"I am also a self taught Mage. My specializations are defensive magics, survivalist magics, and like Alfred Counter Spelling. I also have a knack for Dispelling preworked magics as well. 

For this reason I'll take responsibility of starting the fires from now on. As well as preparing meals, and verifing clean water if need be."

And there is was, the Aliester charm. For what it wasn't worth.