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[center][@Cu Chulainn], [@Haha], [@Dark Cloud], [@Guilty Spark][/center]
Hawks deftly caught the bronze coin in one hand as it was tossed to him. He rubbed across the engraving with a single claw before pinning it onto part of his armor nearby the gleaming yellow fastener of his fur ruffed cloak. It felt good to be a part of something even if it was just a group of initiates at the guild. It was a starting place to work his way up from. Just like his father did before him.

Finally they got to the discussion of their actual mission. A blight-storm. He kept his face neutral but inside he felt the spiritual magics he commanded flaring in preparation for the destruction of things that went entirely against what his guardian stood for. Peace and protection versus chaos and violence. With this group he had a good feeling about just which side would come out on top. His whole job was to make sure that the other members of the team stayed on their feet and strong enough to fight back, and that was something he could do with ease. If it came down to it he had his own radiant magics that could likely carve swathes through the blight-storms stragglers that they were going to be up against.

They would likely go over their skills and make a plan for how they were going to tackle this on their way to the breach. While they weren't taking down the most difficult monster in the area it would still do them good to know what each of them was capable of and where to position themselves during the fight. He could already tell that Koth and Kohl would most likely be their front-liners with himself further back. He wasn't sure how the druid's abilities would work around the blight, but they'd cross that bridge when they got to it.