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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrVSdcn6kH8]The door to the hall, as always, opened unceremoniously in comparison to the ruckus abound at its front.[/url]

[color=39b54a][i]Well, that's gonna take a bit to clear out.[/i][/color]

It was certainly an apt descriptor of the man that floated in afterwards, "unceremonious". It bled through his every movement, from the quiet, casual gait to the plain greens and browns of his humble clothing. The burlap sack held in his right hand swung freely as he ambled on in, and there was little expression any could read on his face as he scanned the hordes of swarming adventurers.

Chiefly because there was no way anyone could see his face to begin with. It was as much a mystery as Jane Doe's, off there in the corner fretting over some sort of paperwork. A woman in full armor, her helm was as omnipresent as his hood, even during tiny, menial tasks like that. Her story was that she had a truly grotesque visage, and concealed her horrid looks for fear of getting run out of town. Again.

While he wasn't sure somebody that ugly could exist— and he'd seen some [i]hideous[/i] bastards as a mercenary— his reasoning for the concealment was much simpler. Rather than a kindness to the world, sparing them of a cursed form, it was a particularly selfish and churlish thing, borne from a realization when wearing a mask of plain leather for five years prior. He knew that people would go great lengths to see it, so...

[color=39b54a][i]By now it's just funny.[/i][/color]

In any case, it was clear that he was at home here, in this loud and chaotic hall. He continued on after he spared a glance towards the lonesome woman, unfettered by the clamor, and his concealed eyes quickly pierced through the milling mass to settle upon an admittedly already distinct pair. That sunset blonde hair, for instance, never stood still long enough to not notice. She made for a good reference point as he took a long path around, unwilling to try and fight his way through all those people just for the sake of a straight line.

Good reference point... And a horrible financial [i]demon[/i]. There was a [i]reason[/i] he'd waited until now to show himself, and it squarely belonged to [i]her[/i], Cassia van Zyl. Sure, the half-elf was at first glance cute, but make no mistake— if you left her and your gold in a room together for five minutes, all you'd return to was some bread crumbs on the floor. She was a master at losing money, had no financial responsibility [i]whatsoever[/i]. Of [i]course[/i] he wasn't gonna let her in on where he went!

And the thunderhead in blue wasn't someone you should let fool you either, but when it came to this moment, Sigi and her northerly background would have been [i]far[/i] more reliable than the mercurial, eternally broke, and seemingly [i]insatiable[/i] Cass.

Would have been, if she wasn't [i]asleep[/i] when he had the window to make it to town unmolested...

[i][color=39b54a]She'd die down past Thaln.[/color][/i]

So he'd gone alone. They were, honestly, really lucky to have him around. Were it not for him, they'd be destitute, homeless, vagrants without a penny to their name or a meal in their stomachs after one wasted it all when the other couldn't bring themself to rein them in. They really should listen to what he said more. For instance.

[color=39b54a]"Don't feed the animals, Sieglinde."[/color] a gruff voice sounded out from behind the woman with one of the largest blades in the room. [color=39b54a]"It makes 'em depend on you. They never learn to fend for themselves."[/color]

Cassia was very clearly, despite a lack of eye contact, being either looked at or stared down, depending on how she interpreted his body language.

Sieglinde, the owner of the dubious yet well-earned position of "second-most-reliable person in the party", received an unceremonious (there's that word again, see?) clap on the back to drive his words home.

Finn...

Meh.