The satyr nodded politely as the old priest explained. Hearing familiar names and that Red Saints helped made Kistal smile and quietly speak. "Good people, amazing employers, one of the few good things for Portea." He then gave a respectful nod to the priest and headed to where Allanon was speaking with the other, seeing a mercenary exchange. He confidently walked up just out of sword's reach from Allanon. "It seems at least one here is a mercenary like myself. This job, though, is both personal and pressing. I require no payment but the chance to take the Calibris down a few more pegs." He rapped the butt of his spear on the ground once to emphasize his ability to fight.

"So, my friends, where are they and how many can I kill or curse into wanting to die? I want to make them feel nothing but fear in interfering here." He leaned down a bit habitually to make his eye level closer to the others in the conversation.