He was finally here. At first the lone shaman thought it was some elaborate joke made by the folks at the kingdom. Why bother to summon people from somewhere else rather than training stronger warriors? But turns out it's true. There were generations of these heroes, summoned from other worlds and given the legendary weapons that would lead them to victory. If such crew was not worth travelling with, who would be?

Along with the other adventurers who signed up as the Four Heroes' companions, An was waiting in a room, away from the ritual. Which was, in his point of view, quite disappointing, as he could probably take a look at how these people did their rituals. He suspected less fire and less sacrifices from the looks of it, but there were more details he wished to uncover.

The shaman stood in the middle of the room looking at his ritual staff, having nothing to do than gently pat the bear skull that rested on the wooden stick that had stayed with him for so long. He was wordless in the waiting, hoping for something interesting to happen. At this point he was hungering for something to watch rather than people standing still.
That was when it happened. Voices of a lady, speaking to herself, and in a very interesting tone. It wasn't just words of concern, or murmur of words to self. It was a line, a grand one too, a rehearsal of greeting the heroes. An did the only thing he could do in such a situation. He slowly approached her. The decorations on his wears clattered as he walked.
"Preparing yourself, I see?"
He clattered the bear skull on his staff just at the right timing too.
"Put some more grand confidence into your tone."

[@Whoami]