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Firebeard, the captain of the Iceguard? Isidore raised a brow. He had taken those short, stocky men as duplicitous but also pragmatic. Now he knew they had a sense of humor as well. Interesting as well, that Sorcha seemed to consider her magical abilities more of a talent than a technique. A repulsive electric blast, was it? Suppose it makes sense that someone as attractive as her would have skill in repelling undesirable individuals. Most interesting, however, was the explanation of the Fey as a third ‘existence’ in the trinity that was now Diety-Beast-Fey. Powerful, immortal, and most importantly, knowledgeable of a [i]previous[/i] era. As the group walked through rows of massive, glowing fungi, Isidore slowed his steps a bit, matching his pace with Augusta’s.

[b]“It’d be good to pay the Sirithen and their…Fey a visit. Storytellers are good liars,”[/b] he said, keeping his eyes ahead and alert. There were plenty of features within the mountain that made it conducive to extended living, from accessible water to presumably edible vegetation. Hard to keep track of time without the sun though, especially when his extranormal stamina meant that he couldn’t even judge the length of the hike by the exhaustion of his legs. Their journey came to a close after some time though, opening up into a cavern so expansive that Isidore stopped just to take in the sight. In the twilight of his life, he had possessed enough wealth to enjoy all the sights that had been denied in his youth, but even the most grand hotels in Europe could not compare to the beautifully alien landscape before him. Then, a quiet chuckle shook out of his chest as a vague memory resurfaced, of the village of Smurfs that he bought for his daughter, of all those mushroom huts.

The Urutha weren’t blue though, sadly. Just as pallid in complexion as one would expect out of a primarily subterranean race. Some were armed, and some were unarmed, but most importantly, some were [i]prostitutes[/i]. Isidore gazed over towards the lantern-adorned building, at the well-proportioned women who slipped in and out of sight. After all the monstrosities and atrocities he had witnessed and partook in, the fruits of civilization was certainly a sight to behold. Earthier smells, savory and enticing, pulled his gaze towards the many mushroom-buildings that looked to be cooking a whole new culinary genre. Otherworldly food, with otherworldly theories. It’d been a good long while since he’s had a decent meal, and really, Isidore suspected the same for Augusta and Leuca. It almost spurred him into action, but…

Alas, he would not resort to thievery or thuggery just yet.

[b]“Certainly a wonderful place, this Gloomhaven,”[/b] Isidore mused, for once looking genuinely relaxed as he addressed the others. [b]“Though the queen may provide, I reckon some proper exploration shall be at hand once the politicking is concluded. I’ve no money, but a chunk of silver couldn’t be an unwelcome material for the smiths here, right Leuca?”[/b]