While a steady rain drummed on the stone walls of the castle, peals of lightning could be heard much further off. The dark skies over Koprust strangled out the day and made the chamber they all shared that much darker. Fire from the braziers reflected off of Nathaniel's bronze face even more clearly, as he turned his head slightly to follow Brynan, and then to examine the entire party while they spoke. Hands clasped behind him, he rocked on his feet gently, pleased by the flow of conversation now.

Then he turned towards the woman that spoke to him. The court magician took a long time in answering. Even without eyes, he clearly was observing her burnt face and Tiefling features.

"It isn't." He said finally, quite simply. "The town has nothing to do with the Fog. Mudshit, or whatever it's name is, just happens to be the last vestiges of [i]humanity[/i] before you all venture forth in your quest. Let's call it a base of operations."

Feeling like he had very expertly answered that question, he began to rock on his heels once more and look up to the rest of the assembled.

"Once we get there, I'll show you my first trick." The mage said playfully, as if the eyes of his mask were suddenly smiling. Then, he clapped his gloved hands. "Now, any more questions before we make ready to leave?"