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Sevral sat silently content as the little transport ship glided effortlessly and smoothly through the open air of Creeds. His eyes drifted here and there momentarily, inspecting his old home for any newfound pleasures which might have spontaneously appeared, but found instead that his true interest couldn’t be piqued by anything outside the observation deck, but rather by the people he had found himself in the company of. Shifting his gaze, the man tilted his head just slightly as he moved over the motley crew he’d been commissioned with. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about this mission. He didn’t necessarily dislike it, in fact it held a sense of great adventure, not knowing exactly what lie ahead, yet still stepping boldly forward to face the dark beast, but even so, he wasn’t sure of the ambiguity of it all came from the lack of knowledge, or withholding of knowledge; he wouldn’t start the paranoid or conspiracy theories however, he knew better. Even so, Sevral reminded himself to hold fast to his morality and better judgment. Not only with the reward, should he gain it, but for the duration of his time.

"Halfin is it?.. I have one of your people serving on my ship.. and to be honest I am rather interested to see how you can manage yourself in combat," their Captain inquired. He seemed like an honest man, admirable, but Sevral never gave reverence on charity. The way the Captain addressed Halfin’s race as “one of your people” may have off put Sevral more if Halfin hadn’t just dehumanized himself in his answer. The blue-clad man carried with him an air of over-indulged dignity. Sevral mused that he was certainly a mystery, though he didn’t hold that enticing curiosity of the unknown as the mission might, more so of the question of when he’d be bloodying his hands against the backs of his allies. Sevral shrugged. He never boasted clairvoyance, but merely knew how to observe. He knew better than to act or conclude anything off his own many biases, but he allowed suspicion to remain sheltered in the back of his mind, if only for the benefit of the doubt.

"Its been some time since I've returned home, tell me how are things in the homeland?" Dravon continued, shifting the conversation. Sevral wasn’t sure if the action was due to a genuine curiosity, or from unease with the mage. The man shared sentiment to the Captain however, and merely assumed an equal combination of both. Although Sevral had only been away for a few years, and he could only assume that the Captain had been circumnavigated this world three times over-Sevral knew he was being overgenerous, but he was beginning to gather that impression-he knew that to miss home was much the same feeling, and currently he was the only one who could be considered ‘home.’ But then again, Sevral never really felt at home anywhere. Everyone was misplaced, including himself.

The man sighed as he glanced over to Keyra. He still hadn’t formed any opinion of her, nor the other woman, but it was Keyra who hadn't spoke so far. The Captain and Elruin seem to be already sizing each other up for a confrontation that Sevral hoped was only imminent in his mind, while the two women were modest in their intentions, or so it seemed. Even so, Sevral still was curious of everyone’s capabilities. Dravon could no doubt handle himself, and if Elruin was half the man he boasted, he’d be snapping necks the whole way, with perhaps even a display of magic for shock and awe. Keyra seemed like a combatant. She definitely held the correct physique, and her size merely aided what he could only assume would amount to be a very fast, nimble combat style. Sevral admired her wings as the fluttered and her eyes opened, seeming to analyze Elruin. Time for a test, thought Sevral, deciding that he wasn't only intent on discovering the physical capabilities of his allies, but the mental capacity.

The man was merely satisfying his own whims, both in curiosity and a need for entertainment, but perhaps the reactions of those around him could give him some insight to the mentality of the nature of the beast. Idly the man removed a steel marble from his pouch and set it on the floor in front of him. Leaning back in the chair, he stared at the ceiling as the little object rolled. No, he thought, these ships are built to compensate for more weight on one side. Perhaps they compensate just a little to much.

"Keyra. May I have a feather?" he asked stoically, almost thoughtfully, still staring at the ceiling. And then, "Enuren, who does your hair in the morning?" The man's gaze drifted back down to Elruin as he spoke, curious as to what reaction this could cause.