[center] [h2]Pike[/h2] [/center] [@RedXIII][@jasbraq] Pike arched a brow as a voice acknowledged his question and turned to face one of the other strangers in the foyer. Out of habit he sized up the man with a curious eye as he spoke, noting his travel worn shoes with interest. Pike himself has been on the road for six to seven years by now, but he's run into wanderers who've traveled for decades more than him and has always found their stories fascinating to hear. A small smile came to his lips as the man introduced himself as Marrok and slightly dipped his head forward in greeting before rising to meet his gaze with calm yet tired dull grey eyes as he gestured to everyone. Pike's smile grew slightly before pulling his hands from his baggy pockets and placing his right hand to his chest, not bothering to hide the many scars around his wrist and fingers as they covered the golden locket hanging from his neck. "Pike," he said before crossing his arms with a firm nod. "Nice to meet you," he finished and glanced over to the small girl with a friendly smile as he awaited for an introduction. Though as he waited he began to wonder just what these two were exactly. Perhaps they were like him, hiding what they are with an illusionary spell, or by some other means. He finds it hard to think that they could be human given where they are, but Pike didn't want to jump to any conclusion even if they were human or not. He would keep the spell up for however long he needed to until he's for certain its safe. Even though his body was already exhausted from his trip here and keeping the spell up strains him even further, Pike would keep a calm face and enjoy meeting new faces. Besides, he'll be able to find a nice place to nap once he gets settled in.