[color=crimson]"Ah, our fearless leader shows himself at last,"[/color] Geralt said in English as Lucien greeted them. He noticed that the Ringleader looked quite tired. Though he was, of course, well-dressed and groomed to hide it, the dullness in his golden eyes was a clear indicator for The Magician. It appeared that his night out had been a bit longer than anyone actually knew. He wondered absently what pressing matter that elderly couple had to offer...but pushed the thought from his mind. There was time yet to find out all he wanted to know. Desperation had never been his color. 

He accepted the pouch graciously, weighing it in his hand for a moment before setting it on the table next to him. [color=crimson]"I'm sure this is more than sufficient, thank you. I have no doubt that our success will only increase the longer we travel together."[/color] He could see the man sizing him up, and let a pause hang in the air for a moment before adding, [color=crimson]"I heated up the coffee, would you like me to make you a cup? You look a bit...worn out."[/color] No need to dance around it, after all. He knew Lucien would have noticed his own state of exhaustion but was too polite to point it out. Geralt was not bound by the same conventions when it came to the Ringleader, and he was feeling particularly...relieved after his excursions last night.

Illyana left quickly and went about gathering everyone to send to the mess area. Akane was in Cora's trailer, making sure everything was buttoned up tight for the road. She informed the both of them and left, searching the grounds for Ivory next and last. She found her in her trailer, saving up her energy for their party at the lake. 

[color=598527]"Ivory,"[/color] she said as she knocked on the door, [color=598527]"Lucien is holding morning meeting in the mess area. Whenever you're ready."[/color] she said, and left before the dhampir could answer. She knew the woman was awake, she could sense her dwindling aura, but knew she was conscious and waiting.