Ignotus' brow creased slightly at the sight of the man. Especially at his near-supernatural good looks. Another Hypnotist? Or something more... Whatever it was, he didn't like it. What he did like was the man's apparent dislike of Adarin. He could come in useful in the near future.
But what he said next nearly caused the Nuit to grin like a schoolboy. It looked like he didn't know which of the lot the leader was! Which meant the risk of instant death could be mitigated somewhat. The wizard brushed a bit of dust off his cloak- it wasn't anything conspicuous or tricky. He wasn't holding anything or priming anything. What he was doing, however, was making a sound. And sound transmitted altered Djed. Hroar barely even needed any prompting- just a vague subliminal urge to speak up was enough. His personality did the rest. The warrior swaggered forward.
"You want us to leave the rest behind? Sounds like this Miranda wants to make easy pickings of us!" growled the warrior. Ignotus idly skipped the ball of his foot across the cobblestone. Just a little. Just enough. The wolflike Wave Guard spoke up then, reaching out to touch Hroar on the shoulder. "Easy, man. Let's not be so hasty."
"Indeed..." said the Hypnotist, moving to shake Justus' hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Justus. It's always nice to see the kinder side of Denval."
"Aye. It's why we're here." Said the guard, more to Hroar than to Justus.
"Yes..." the gruff man ceded. "We'll go, then."
Now, what Justus didn't know was that when he made contact with Ignotus, the Nuit had attempted to lay Cordas strings on him. If he didn't actively distrust the man, the strings would stick. These would come in useful soon. Or they'd relay important information. Either way, he benefited. The wizard was also happy he had been as picky as he had been with his men. They weren't just strong- they were clever.
They had to be to survive this long. He had little doubt that they were also thinking about how to get out- and that their new free time would give them a nice, long window to come up with a plan. Of course, he also had a plan, but contingencies never hurt anyone. Hopefully Miranda would waste time trying to decide who the leader was- or maybe she was honestly willing to negotiate for Adarin's freedom. Either way, he wasn't out of tricks quite yet.
But what he said next nearly caused the Nuit to grin like a schoolboy. It looked like he didn't know which of the lot the leader was! Which meant the risk of instant death could be mitigated somewhat. The wizard brushed a bit of dust off his cloak- it wasn't anything conspicuous or tricky. He wasn't holding anything or priming anything. What he was doing, however, was making a sound. And sound transmitted altered Djed. Hroar barely even needed any prompting- just a vague subliminal urge to speak up was enough. His personality did the rest. The warrior swaggered forward.
"You want us to leave the rest behind? Sounds like this Miranda wants to make easy pickings of us!" growled the warrior. Ignotus idly skipped the ball of his foot across the cobblestone. Just a little. Just enough. The wolflike Wave Guard spoke up then, reaching out to touch Hroar on the shoulder. "Easy, man. Let's not be so hasty."
"Indeed..." said the Hypnotist, moving to shake Justus' hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Justus. It's always nice to see the kinder side of Denval."
"Aye. It's why we're here." Said the guard, more to Hroar than to Justus.
"Yes..." the gruff man ceded. "We'll go, then."
Now, what Justus didn't know was that when he made contact with Ignotus, the Nuit had attempted to lay Cordas strings on him. If he didn't actively distrust the man, the strings would stick. These would come in useful soon. Or they'd relay important information. Either way, he benefited. The wizard was also happy he had been as picky as he had been with his men. They weren't just strong- they were clever.
They had to be to survive this long. He had little doubt that they were also thinking about how to get out- and that their new free time would give them a nice, long window to come up with a plan. Of course, he also had a plan, but contingencies never hurt anyone. Hopefully Miranda would waste time trying to decide who the leader was- or maybe she was honestly willing to negotiate for Adarin's freedom. Either way, he wasn't out of tricks quite yet.