Karen
Gerillus was crowded, with plenty of people surrounding the central plaza of the stronghold. There, plenty of people continued on with their daily lives, with traders in the market haggling with their customers, children playing soldier in the streets, amongst other daily activities. The sound of blades clashing filled the air as the active training grounds were filled by Orc youth, young men and women training to be warriors one day. 

Amidst all the common buzz produced by an active weekday, however, were an influx of strangers of all races flocking into the town. Not because of an immigration boost, but because of a new opportunity— riches. Indeed, the story of Kroznak and his treasure had spread throughout the lands, that now plenty try their luck and aspirated to be treasure hunters.

A point of interest regarding the treasure was the humble home of Ganvil, the grandson of Kroznak. Overnight the house turned into a museum as plenty of people began their search there, with local guards dispatched to secure the place. 

There was quite a crowd surrounding the house, and a young, orc woman at the entrance spoke to them.

"I tell you, my father holds no other secrets! Is it not enough that we told you about this treasure, rather than keeping it for ourselves? The only thanks we get from you is your demanding to take our household items too!"

The crowd slowly dispersed after an exchange with her, publicly airing their disappointment of a lack of further clues. According to passerby whispers and rumors, Ganvil only said a riddle, nothing else. The location was apparently within that riddle, yet nobody was able to decipher it.
Jerry
*Amongst the crowd, Valac was within the throng. As it dispersed, he approached the woman. He seemed to be... Different from any common person. He was short in stature, with a youthful face, but he was a lot less cruel due to his adventures with Noctis. His behavior had changed quite a sum based on his previous encounters. He bowed to the woman and spoke.* 

"I am Valac Carnifex, I hear of your treasure, but I don't wish to concern myself with that. I see that you're being berated by those around you for lacking information. I'd like to aid in some way." 

*He lifted his head, he was nonchalant, but serious. But he believed that granting aid, and help to this orc woman can give him maybe some information or clues. He didn't really seek the treasure for himself, but it would prove convenient with Noctis's goal. He wanted to aid that, and even repay his debts. He wanted to listen to the woman, even if she was an orc, he himself was a monster. He believed he was far worse, and wouldn't judge the fact that she was an orc. 

He seemed to empathize with her a little. Being treated so harshly like he has. He prioritized the mission at hand, and wanted to aid the lady first with the matter. The constant pestering of these people, to be harassing a woman like this just for a clue to the treasure was an awful matter. He kept his eyes in contact with hers, as he believed this to be a serious matter, and one that proved beneficial in the long run.*
Charles
*Esme seldom frequents the crowds and events, as they are suffocating and quite troublesome. The average hustle and bustle of them tend to bring early staged headaches that the witch would most prefer to avoid. But alas, perhaps by her better judgement or a deeper desire to broaden her horizons. She has decided to visit for the rumored treasured hunt. She sees the gentleman ahead introduce himself and desire to do what Esme does best, sit back and observe for now.* 

*Does she make introductions? It is probably in her best interest to do so towards the orc woman. Though she is sure the riddle will interest her even more. But she will not wrack her brain just yet, she wants to see what others say. Which is why she keeps her posture upright and with a bright smile, Esme finds herself keeping watch. Though she takes great care not to stand in anyone's way. She gives her rather large witch hat a tilt as she begins to unclasp her cloak.*

*She is adorned in simple attire. Nothing short of an elegant blouse and muted black pants with leather boots to match. She is not muted but her posture is. As she keeps to the sidelines, the witch takes each name into great consideration. Has she met anyone here before? Not that she is aware of. Though she cannot be so sure if even she can solve the riddle either, which is why she is caught in thought yet again.*
Jerry
*The smell of heart cooked meat, brimstone, and blood was a very distinct smell he had come to find in Lestos. Only natural given the hellish nature of the lands and jovial yet fiery nature of the young orcs he had come across in his travels. Autar himself was struggling with the crowd and how to traverse around, the stress of trying to not crush people underfoot was something he would never quite get used to. His form allowed him to however easily see around and become noticeable so as to allow people to part where he walked so he didn't cause someone's unfortunate ending like a bug underfoot. Originally he had been there to deliver a commissioned weapon to one of the Lestos commanders, however, upon learning of Kroznaks fortune still awaiting to be discovered he was intrigued. Not that gold enticed him for precious metals were easy to come by, but if the man had collected potential magical artifacts he was eager to get his hands on them.* 

*Naturally he was used to the frightened looks as giants were rare to see in foreign lands, much less a giant who was on the much larger side as he was. The ground trembled where he walked and he did his best to ensure he wasn't heavy footed so as to potentially not knock anyone down or damage a building or road. As he arrived closer to the house his curiosity was piqued at the young woman's muffled words and he frowned at the seeming behavior of the crowd. Autar made sure to walk to the side of the humble home and simply glare down at the crowd causing quite a few to run away in panic of the intimidating giant. After all standing several stories high, covered in dark symbolic runes, with dark eyes and an orange glowing light in his chest that illuminated his ribs and ghostly green skin to almost glow with a stern scowl on his face to match he was not exactly an unintimidating figure to most.*

"What has gotten into the minds of these people, any self respecting and decent individual would be more sensible with this. Is everything relatively alright here or do you require further assistance in dealing with these... People?" *His voice was booming and yet ghostly at the same time as if multiple people were trying to speak at once only to be overshadowed by one guttural and gravelly voice. Fiery orange eyes landed scrutinizing several individuals in the crowd before making a dissapproving gesture and moving to better situate himself in the increasingly empty area so as to try and not take up too much space. Well as much as he could do when he was a giant after all.*
Kim
*A crow flew over the central plaza of the Lestos Stronghold. It circled, several times as if listening in on the commotion. Then, it was gone. If a few may have been paying attention, they would have seen it come and gone. A moment later, a cat is seen brushing past people's legs as it makes its way to the center of all the excitement. It was a black cat with bright, keen green eyes. Then, a figure could be seen pushing past the crowds to the locations of Autur, Esme, Valac, and the Orc woman.*

*He wore a dark blue cloak over the simple clothes of a traveler, with very light armor. His weapon belt was quite odd, one side having a sheathed short sword and the other having a sheathed cutlass, as well as several small knives. His face was shaded by the hood of his cloak, but upon closer observation, he had blue eyes, pale skin, and the unique-shaped ears of an Elf. It was a simple thing, but deceiving as this Elf was really not an Elf at all.* 

*Sylvar knew what they were doing here. A simple quest for treasure, involving a riddle. He, Valac, and Noctis had come together as if they were a crew. He didn't recognize anyone else. The Deceiver passed by Autur, hearing the giant speak. He didn't look up but spoke anyway, in perfect Modern Imperial.* 

"It would be in everyone's best interest to clear the crowd," *He said, moving forward further, snapping his fingers to call the cat.* 

*She came almost immediately. Sylvar reached down, and as always, she jumped onto his arm and settled on his shoulder. The Spy didn't say much else, leaving the speaking to the others. He crossed his arms, and simply observed. This was a time to observe. It was rather stressful with the crowds around, a dislike of his for obvious reasons. Ships weren't even this crowded, and he was sure everyone interested in the treasure might as well be as stressed with the crowds as he was.*
Juliana
Noctis had spent his entire life manipulating people. So when they'd arrived, he'd used some illusion magic and his own charm speech to stop at taverns and inns around the stronghold. 

Many of the people that began to disperse were doing so because of the "New clues" That would lead them on a wild goose chase, away from the home of the Descendants. He continued to spread this false news all the way too the square, to empty it of prospectors and let only a select few get some quality time to speak. 

In his all black attire, he kept his hood up to shield his face from view. A beauty of his caliber attracted notice and he'd been far too incautious about it already. 

Sidling up to the side of the house, he Enhanced his hearing and listened to the conversations being held while also listening to whatever was happening within the house in question for any other potential news. 

Spotting Esme and his two companions, he hoped they'd make introductions naturally. 

*"And what a unique giant.."* He thought, taking very keen interest in Autar. No ordinary one for sure, aglow and strange- Noctis had grown up in what was known as Forstead and had gained much of his monstrous strength from spending time with giants. It was they who'd taught him initially about enhancement magic. 

The chance for riches was too great to pass, he'd wanted the entire crew to come to further chances of getting the much needed boost to their finances. Sylvar wasn't cheap after all, Valac and Noctis could eat entire horses if allowed and Esme... Not wanting to dwell on her long, needing to keep his thoughts clear, he focused back on the scene. Now it was up to the giant and the small demon to see what this orc woman said.