Reba
Nerissa perked her eyebrow up hearing the others title of *Mountain sworn*, she didn't exactly know what it meant but it did sound pretty fancy to her in the least bit. She rested her head on the palm of her hand as she leaned forward and squinted her eyes, her other hand tapped on the table. "Well Ramuchakulan third of the fourth order of the mountain sworn, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Nerissa, not in any order in particular." She chuckled to herself, though she cut it short as she wanted to continue with her next question. "Who would possibly wait for someone to return for that long.. Better yet exactly what *Is* Your master." She went on as she rested her eyes upon the person who accompanied her. "And why are you the only one?"
Jeffrey
Ram smiled apologetically. "Even the blessed succumb to the passage of time, Nerissa of none. In the early days, we brought in new recruits— they would come willingly, ready to learn, willing to serve, sent by the council to maintain the work. But the recruits eventually dwindled, and finally stopped coming altogether. Some fell to accidents, others to creatures in the inhospitable climate, others simply grew weary and simply no longer woke."

Slowly shaking their head, Ram looked down at his hands on the tabletop before them. "Now it is only me that remains, and the work goes unfinished. I fear the world will suffer for our failure. The masters would be displeased— though I fear they shall never return. It has been many many years since last we heard from them."
Dwight
Nerissa nodded, listening to what Ram had to say in the response to her one of many questions. She felt impatient, almost as if she could ask a million questions in a second but she was getting the information she needed. She straightened up her posture and playfully tapped the others hands that rested on the table. "Loosen up, if the world suffers then that wouldn't be your fault. Unless, you've been keeping a heap of power to yourself." She chuckled as she wavered her hand. "But this order of yours, what *Were* Your tasks exactly and why *Do* Your masters matter this much? I believe you haven't told me who these masters were in the first place.." She gave out a soft sigh, a small disappointed pout formed on her face. "I want to know more.."
Jeffrey
Ram sighed, shaking their head slowly. They raised the fingers of one hand, fingers that were marked with the same marks and designs as their face and head, to run over the bald scalp, the fingers shaking.

"I came to tell the story to the king," They lamented, "But there is no king to tell. No masters, no kings, and no more sworn. We have not heard from any of the other sects, either." Those wide, dark-lined eyes meet hers for a moment before listing once more. "I have already spoken too much, for you are uninitiated, unsworn. For all I know, you are under the influence of the blight already."

They stopped, inhaling long and slow, then exhaling, smiling apologetically once more. "No, Nerissa of none, I do not sense the taint on you. You are as yet clean, though I fear you may be tempted."