Allanon looked between Chihiro and Kitchi and after some consideration things looked like she had a handle on the situation. He felt adding too much more to her points would be too much for Kitchi and would overwhelm her. He noticed the wolf girl from before was a bit cautious of Kistal even with the food bribes. It made sense though considering what she obviously had been through.
Allanon remembered how his wife described the differences between the various canine tribes. She knew all of their cultural interactions as the various packs occasionally clashed or commingled. Wolves respected authority. Listening to those known as Alphas. He was pretty sure she was without a pack otherwise she would be behaving differently.
Confidently, Allanon stepped forward looking the wolf girl in her eyes. "My name is Allanon. This is Kistal. You seem to be without a pack. We are an unusual pack where the rules are different than you might be used to, but you may join us if you would like. So long as you earn your place and listen to our guidance in the strange places we will go. You can stay with us as long as you like. We are the ones that defeated their... Alpha. If you choose to go on your own we will not stop you." He gestured toward the exit and stepped aside to make a path for her.
Kallen decided it was time to make a move. He climbed down the rope and stepped onto the top of the archer's tower. He had been listening as closely as he could and only picked up a word here or there, but it was enough for him to work on. Fortunately, Kitchi was not quiet and very loose lipped. He had hoped for an easier way to achieve a path to the oracle, but this might actually be the best option for him.
Kallen put on his best smile and called out. "You seek to access the oracle? I am Kallen, historian and explorer. I know not whom you work for, however, they are not the only one that knows the rites to use the key." He looked down for a moment. The fall would be a bit too much for him to handle, and the ladder down had been removed at some point. Kallen was not lying, but he was not telling the entire truth either. He had in his study of the Soul of Krogan discovered that it was a key for the oracle. While his information on the ritual was not complete he had enough that he felt confident he could improvise at least, or he could at best complete his study. He cleared his throat. "One moment"
He pulled his staff from his back and tapped the floor he stood upon with it. "Shape and warp. Bend and fold. Change your form." As he chanted the spell the archer's tower bent and warped until it formed a ramp. The portion he stood on remained stable through out the transformation. "Mold Nature." As he finished the incantation for his spell the bottom of the ramp tethered itself stably into the ground.
As Kallen walked down the ramp he thought to use his Eye of Avarice to observe the desires of everyone here, but the more people there were the more mana it called for, and the last thing he wanted to do right now was risk mana fatigue. He preferred the higher ground he had before as standing above the crowd pleased him greatly, but he felt his odds were better if he could stand on their level. He noticed and recognized Allanon immediately formulating plans in his head on his next course of action with the man.
"Alright, now that I'm here, and I can speak with you more easily. If it's a wish you are after. I can help you just as well as whomever your employer is. I'm afraid I did not hear everything as I came from up on the cliffside." He waved a hand towards the cliffside where the rope Allanon and the infiltration squad rappelled down. "My gratitude to whoever set up that rope to climb down the effort to mold that much earth to a travel-friendly degree would likely push me to my limits." He looked at the Soul of Krogan. "It is always good to hear confirmation when it comes to legends. Of course legends always come with their own kernel of truth."