Character: Fancis Fouquenot
Status: Bemused and excited 

The rattle and clatter of pots and pans announced his late arrival to the gathering spot, yet he carried himself with an ambivalence that seemed as though he assumed time would wait for him. The confidence in his stride did not seem to match his role in this band. Yet his constant checking of his gear and cataloging of his supplies had slowed him down, and he did not see fit to tell the others to wait on his behalf, thus he trudged along slow and steady arriving just in time to see his allies beginning to enter the temple. 

He overhead their others speaking of thier situation and could not help but smile, Advesity was one the many spices of life, and if allowed it would make a fine man from a foul one. “[color=9e0b0f]Oui, We shall adapt and overcome[/color].” He would chime in taking a torch in his one hand. And beginning to remive and fold his sunglasses with the other. The eyes beneath them were strange, seemingly too small, black and beady. They seemed almost Vacant, as if he were not truly there in the moment but rather staring off into space. Still he smiled at the others as he brought up the rear. “[color=9e0b0f]You just let me know when you get hungry, Convenu?[/color]“ he would say with an odd grin.