Nathaniel's mask, an artistic approximation of an expressionless human face, swiveled slowly from the minotaur, the laughing man, and then back to Brynan. It was more felt than perceived, for obvious reasons, that the mage was raising an amused eyebrow. It came through in his icy tone.

"I do hope none of you others have any lectures prepared. The hourglass, and all that..." He clasped his gloves behind his back, drawing his robe tight against his skinny form. "Brynan, my dear, to answer your question... you see, you are quite good at the breaking down doors version of guidance. Not so much at the dealing with magical plagues variety. That is where I come in. Once we get to the dirtier parts of our quest, I will be glad to let you take over."

Nathaniel opened up his arms and offered them out to the others in the room. "How about this, so that we can know a little bit more about our party here. What sort of skills do you all bring to the table?" His mask cast around to each of them, awaiting the first to speak up.