[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=Tan]Ferris Talese[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i][@Pezz570][@HokumPocus][/i][/sup][indent] [/indent]
Dispatching another two men took little effort, considering their apparent lack of abilities. For Ferris, a bounty hunter who commonly dealt with magic-wielders, normal people were more of a chore to fight, especially when it came to groups of two or three. The closest in comparison would be fighting other Odos Agausion users, whose abilities Ferris was intimately familiar with. While it wasn’t comforting that so many like-skilled individuals had been driven mad, it was always interesting to see how far they’d strained their skills. However, considering the lack of enhanced strength, speed, and healing involved in the current fight, Ferris was a bit underwhelmed, and he instead chose to keep an eye on his future teammates. 

When the fight was over, Ferris removed his scarf, taking a whiff of the air. Pine was the strongest smell, followed by some sour undertones, but otherwise there were no abnormal scents. Then, replacing the mask, he moved with the group to an abandoned building, as suggested by a man who Ferris placed as the innkeeper. There, they were out of the prying eyes of the cult, but Ferris was not yet safe from—

Ducking out of the way yet again as the familiar, Sil, flew too close to his face for comfort, Ferris glanced at Chres to check for any indication as to whether the ordeal was almost over. When the familiar was finally satisfied, she flashed Ferris a disarmingly innocent smile. 

[color=Tan]“‘Silly’, huh,”[/color] he echoed as she flew back to Chres and landed atop his hair like some misplaced bird. [color=Tan]“That’s a first.”[/color] 

Ferris wasn’t fond of familiars, but from the description provided he knew that he’d have to deal with a few of them, so he’d prepared himself mentally. That is, he was prepared to ignore them for the most part, but it seemed like the more intelligent familiars wouldn’t stand to be ignored, and Ferris took note of this.

Chres’ introduction was unnecessary, and when Chres himself pointed that out, Ferris nodded. That Chres knew that meant Ferris wasn’t the first person to join their group under such circumstances, and Ferris was willing to bet that that included Chres himself. 

[color=Tan]“Yeah. Name’s Ferris, and I suppose you know who sent me here,”[/color] he said, pulling his scarf off. [color=Tan]“I’m a bounty hunter by trade, and I’m an Augaisionist.”[/color] 

He paused to let that sink in, glancing between the faces of his groupmates, then everyone else present. Usually, he didn’t like giving away details, but it only seemed fair that he’d let his future teammates know, especially considering that he knew their magic types already. As for how they would react, well, he’d deal with that as it came. Besides the most obvious downfalls, he was a capable fighter, and anyone spurning him purely based on the threat he might pose years down the line and past their current goals was, to put it mildly, losing out on a valuable ally. 

[color=Tan]“I was told what to expect—the Distortion, the cult, the Seed of Insight. The goal is to kill the Seed of Insight by removing its hearts, cutting its stem, and salting its stump, and in the meantime we protect ourselves from the Insight using crystal jade candles.”[/color] 

He stopped, waiting for his new teammates to respond. Given the mysterious natures of his informant, Ferris was inclined to believe the entire story only because the man had found him, thus unveiling himself to be a powerful being or sorceror. Such a powerful being, therefore, had no reason to seek out Ferris except for his skills, since he had no reason to lie. His goal was also a noble one, in a way, so Ferris was inclined to believe in his good intentions, but a little caution never hurt. Getting input from strangers wasn’t completely reassuring, but it was better than trusting an individual who’d approached him out of nowhere.