Carol
**The South of Khisfire has often been tale to the more peculiar landscapes. Stranger cultures, spookier rumours and the upsetting growth of violence that the North often has done well to reduce. But before the Far South reaches with the Badlands of Portan, remains a land holding the shimmer of the north yet the mystery of the south. Maat, a place often left to its slumber and strange rumour would fall victim to the worst of them all: Adventurers! Eager fools looking to seek out riches, by personal greed or a longing to find greater purpose. Whatever the reason, they would find it as a worthy excuse to traverse deep in Maat's mysteries. One particular story came at the discovery of a dusty map off over at the Far friendlier reaches of Nacuzar. A supposed ruin drifting deep within the sands of Maat. A cabal of Witches, nestled in the sands. - And close to the sizeable Pyramid that created all the mystery with the local folk.**

**A clue of such caliber, surely it must have been acquired by an experienced and grizzled team out to hunt for rare trinkets! That it would be no issue at all. But, the hands that clung to it were far less marked in scars, nor the passage of time. A rather youthful, eager Young Mage by the name of Vayra Vakara. Perhaps foolishly she had made earlier attempts to locate these ruins, traversing far yet not so bold as to make her way through the more dangerous heights. A fact, that forced her back to this very moment. A waiver had been created and distributed of her own doing, a call for help within Khisfire. Someone with more experience, a much needed companion. And there, she arranged a meet at the more unwelcoming of Taverns she had seen. Deep in Maat, where eyes observed with little knowledge on their reasons.**
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**Murmurs between busy tables set the scene of this Inn. The array of hard working men, older and grizzled by war and conflict. To be near the Badlands was a giveaway that life would be far more difficult than the more optimistic view of the North so close to Alynthi. The bar end remained busy with ample drinkers, most armed and their occupations unknown. But in the corner of the Tavern, lay a figure that stuck out like a sore thumb. Sitting at her lonesome, a Young Tiefling Woman remained with a lone drink and a satchel cradled at her side. A sprawl of maps carefully dotted along the table, surprisingly going about her business as best she could do from the prying eyes.**

**Her skin appeared grey and cold, yet her exterior expressed a surprising warmth. She looked to be someone who liked to smile, finding optimism in even a place like this. Long black hair dangled down to her shoulders, as the sprout of two grown horns remained at the top of her head. Her eyes, almost golden bright; as matched by the occasional dashes of gold in the form of makeup around her eyes, had been so busily scanning away at the maps that it was a surprise she even understood why she was there in the first place. But of course, there remained an occasional scan at the door. Clearly, so desperately waiting for another. Of her clothing, light and Khisfiran. A practical lower met the more styilistic upper, supported by the slight show of skin and sleeves of a bright blue. Naturally, a cloak nestled at her side too yet it seemed she wanted it off at the current moment.**

**An appearance far different to the usual locals of Maat, and there she waited.. In hope, for an experienced adventurer to perhaps help her along!**
Kathleen
A large shadow traveled across the sands of Maat, causing its residents to look up in confusion at what would do such and then be awed by the sight of the creature that soared above the town. 

 Children chased after the glorious griffin as it flew toward where its rider guided it, with its massive wings, taller than two goliaths, giving shade to them as they ran beneath it. A creature of this size was rarely seen this close to the city, and it caught the attention of most who were going about their day.

 It could also spell trouble, and with Vill Itrius Hondo, it actually might. 

 Vill looked down at the town with a slight frown across his face. There was never any space for Bronze, his griffin, to land. He should have come here on horseback, but he never passed on a chance for him to fly. 

 Besides, it made him look regal despite having no royal status. It was not every day that a person got to gaze upon a griffin. 

 He eventually found a spot for his mount, a stable close to the gates, but he didn't like it. His reason for visiting was further inside, meaning he would have to walk, and Vill hated walking.

He frowned at the thought of having to wobble across the uneven roads, but his curiosity had already brought him all this way, so to turn around now would be a waste. "There, boy." He pointed, and Bronze followed the order, kicking up the sand as he slowed to land. 

 The stable hand stared up at Vill, eyes wide at the red-skinned Tiefling saddled on the back of the beast. He smiled, showing off his fangs that despite sharp were a welcoming sight.

 He dressed for the heat in a simple short-sleeved shirt that was covered with a poncho. His hair was still combed even though he had been flying for about an hour, and his rings glimmered with the light of the desert sun. 

 He was dashing, he knew that, and he was about to use his charm to cheat this man off a few coins that were the standard for keeping a griffin in a stable.

 Unfortunately, Vill's charm broke when he slid off Bronze and dropped on his bad leg. He stumbled forward and would have fallen if not for his pet's tail wrapping around his waist. Vill smiled at Bronze as he steadied himself and fetched his cane from the saddle. 

 "Good boy, that's a shitload more fish when we get home." The griffin huffed, accepting this deal, and only let go when Vill patted his tail.

 "Afternoon," Vill greeted the stable hand in common. "Any chance that my ride can remain here for a while? I have a meeting in town. How much would it be to keep him here?"

The stablehand looked at the griffin and scratched his chin, a move popular amongst people who didn't know anything about what they were about to say. Vill grinned at the fault. 

 Amateur.

 The man eventually spoke his price. "Seven silver."

 Vill held back a laugh, it often caused about a dozen to house a griffin in other places. Clearly this was a first for the man and he threw a price in the air hoping that Vill, a man brandishing rings, would be okay with such. 

 "Four," Vill countered in infernal, the language switch caused slight surprise on the stablehand's face. He shifted his footing a bit before responding to Vill. 

 "Five." He stared at Vill with caution, but Vill's smile hadn't faltered in the slightest. "And that's all I'll take." 

 "Deal." Vill fetched the coins from his pocket and pressed seven into the man's hand. "Two more to buy him some good meat. If you don't feed him, I'll know, and then he'll eat you." His threat was backed by Bronze letting out a screech behind him. That alone earned him even more fish. 

 Vill departed the stables and started his walk to the inn. Every step met with a slight but ignorable sting. His sharp golden eyes met the gaze of many who looked his way. He expected some were wondering how easy it would be to rob him, he was a bit eager for them to try such, it was why he left his sword on his saddle. 

 Maat was a lovely town despite the longing gaze from the unsavory bunch. Children ran about playing, some folk spoke to themselves in groups, and stalls sold food that filled the air with great aroma. 

 But it wasn't his cup of tea. He rarely visited, but a waiver had interested him and so he found himself here.

He stopped at a man leaning against a barrel, an arm missing while his other one held a cup full of bronze coins. 

 There was barely a sense of light behind his eyes, and he hadn't looked up at Vill even though his shadow now covered him. 

 "Find solace." Vill dropped two gold pieces in his cup, it brought a spark of surprise to the beggars face but by the time he looked up Brakteon was already on his way again. 

 He made no other stops until he reached the fabled inn. He stopped for a moment, considered turning around, sighed at the thought, and pushed the door open. The eyes of those closest to the entrance turned to him, along with a gaze coming from the far end of the inn. A Tiefling with several maps splayed across her table. 

 Her.

 Vill walked over to the bar and dropped a few bronze coins in the barkeep's hand. "A good meal for me and my companion down there." He left without bothering for change. 

 Vill stood in front of the lady, assessing her shamelessly. She seemed young, but anyone could be young in this world, like him for instance. He just breached two centuries. 

 She was dressed perfectly for the weather, but wore no armor and also seemed to lack weapons. Not a fighter. Magic perhaps. 

 "Mind if I seat?" He asked in infernal and didn't wait for a reply before pulling the chair. "I hope it's not too forward, but I ordered a meal for us. If you're not eating then I'll have it given to someone else." 

 He stretched his hand. "Vill Itrius Hondo. Your needs caught my attention."
Carol
Ignorant to the tales of Griffin's and Beggars outside, the Young Mage instead became engrossed with the quest of this sudden newcomer. At his entrance, Vayra couldn't help but squint at the figure from afar. She was unsure of just who her notice would attract, so this could simply be another stranger. Of course, until he started directly approaching her.

Having him stop just infront of her now, Vayra couldn't help but feel inspected. Her eyes now distant from those maps, instead raised up to look upon the Man who so confidently made his presence known. To avoid that awkwardness, she would rather pridefully take the time to inspect at him herself. Red skin, horns and a golden gaze similar to hers. A Tiefling, only made obvious by his questions in the Infernal tongue. And his uniform, freshly Khisfiran yet flickering the trinkets of wealth. Vayra seemed similar in that endeavour, by the necklace she wore despite it only lasting as an heirloom.

Whatever the case, the presence of such a stranger didn't seem to invoke suspicion from the Grey-Skinned Tiefling. The typical look of one more cunning and prepared failed to show, instead the curiousity of an innocent sort. Vill's words launched at her as if a clever barrage, a struggle to deny as he moved straight to business. Perhaps it would invoke irritation, but more simply to her was made all the more curious.

"..A meal? Really? That's kind of you." Catching her composure in the moment, Vayra couldn't help but smile at the sudden gesture. Blanketed under confusion, which seemed to find its answer upon his own introduction. 

Glancing to the hand, the Mage would lean to take it, realisation setting in as her fang-filled smile seemed to brighten. "Ah! Vayra Vakara. Needs? Oh! My waiver, yes!"
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At the idea that this was just who she expected to meet, the Tiefling would offer an inviting gesture to sit and rather instinctively move the sprawl of maps into a more neater pile. Her accent was distinctly Khisfiran, her words seeming quite cheery despite the meeting of a stranger. Naturally, she couldn't help but look over the Man once or twice as she reorganised herself. Composure collected, her next words would be offered in a far calmer melody.

"The one thing I wasn't expecting was to be speaking Infernal again. Nor a free meal, heh."
Kathleen
"I assumed the language part," Vill admitted and leaned back into his chair. "But we are in Khisfire, so it seemed commonplace to speak in Infernal, though if you are more versed in Common, then I can adjust for your comfort." He looked at the set of maps pushed aside with curiosity but decided she would be the one to bring up her discoveries in time. 

 "And a free meal is a simple kindness for one who must have been here for..." He glanced towards the maps again. "Hours, I assume? Must say, your waiver wasn't handed to me, rather I knew someone who saw it and believed my expertise would be of help to you." 

 He did not mention that he had scared the information out of an enemy of his father last week. A man behind on payments had the unfortunate consequence of having to deal with Vill, and desperate to save himself from being Griffin's pellet, he had screamed about her waiver. It had caught his interest and he spared the man from being Bronze's dinner. 

 Vill did not spare him from falling off the building. 

 "So, miss Vayra, lovely name, by the way, to what exactly does your waiver speak of?" He asked and smiled warmly as the food he had ordered was placed on their table. They also brought wine, but Vill shook his head and muttered that water would be fine before turning back to her. 

 "It must be quite an endeavor for you to share out through Khisfire despite the dangers."
Carol
Easing more and more into the company of another, the Grey-Skinned Tiefling would be quick to shake her head, a smile in kind as she considered his words.

"No, no! Infernal is fine. With how many Loxodon I've met here, I was just expecting to be speaking common again.." 

Vill's remark of the free meal brought an intrigued look on Vay's face, a passive acceptance and contemplation before admitting with a nod.

"Simple or not, it's still a kindness. One, I so appreciate!" And with that she'd offer a fang-filled smile, pearly whites offered until the mention of her waiver brought her to curiousity. 

Ignorant to the rather nightmarish skeletons that he hid, Vay would only be the victim to the deceptive allure of flattery and questions. Calling her name lovely seemed to brighten at her already glowing mood, losing her thought for a moment before the question returned her composure. A tap at her chin, a smile at the server and the food before she decided to spill her quest. 

"Well.. It started with this!" - A long nailed hand brought forward a specific illustration, the texture of its paper old and worn down. It depicted Infernal writings, the work of a Witches Convent and its whereabouts in Maat. Looking to it, she couldn't help but ponder at it once more. 
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"I found it in another ruin, at Nacuzar. Where travellers rarely go, empty deserts hiding rare discoveries! But this find, is something more. A local seer had told me of a history of Witches living in Khisfire long ago. Speaking in the Infernal tongue, holding all sorts of knowledge or so I believe. I.. Tried to find it on my own though, by the Pyramid, but it got too risky. With all the Mystery of this place, I realised I needed help."

Vay didn't seem too struck at her own pride, honest with her faults as her eyes wandered back to Vill. That smile, returning. "And that's where you come in! You said you had experience, Vill..? I mean, Mr Hondo." The Tiefling wasn't loud persay, but clearly eager. A warm personality, friendly enough in the face of one she just met.
Kathleen
Vill examined the paper, golden eyes looking over its aged writings. It was in Infernal, old Infernal, some words lost to time, or maybe the ink too faded for him to understand.

 The talk of a Witches Convent was common in Maat, stories of gods and monsters within the pyramids, ancient powers undisturbed for ages. It was a mystery he had no proper understanding of despite his age. The thought of having his hands on such was... Tantalizing.

 "You searched ruins by yourself to find this." Vill realized he had been too quiet for a moment and decided to make eye contact with Vayra. "You must be well versed in magic to protect yourself from the creatures that dwell there. Impressive." 

 He put a finger on the paper and ran it across a few words. "And yes, the pyramids are dangerous, rarely ever searched even by the all-so-popular Adventuring Guild. But the fact that you survived is also commendable." 

 "Mr Hondo?" Vill repeated with a small laugh. "Please, Mr. Hondo is a far too serious term for my liking. Vill is perfectly fine, and yes, not to boast of my ventures, but I often hunt for artifacts. Ruins across the globe often have my name scribbled across the walls, and I also sometimes fund expeditions if I am too occupied to check myself. It's more of a recent act given that. Well." He gestured to his leg. 

 "Can't be as fast as I wish to be anymore. It's best to take my time with things now, but your waiver made me eager to be in the field once again." 

 He took a bite from his food and gestured toward where the pyramids would be from their current position. "So, we need to get to the pyramids. Since you have been there recently, I'm guessing you have some idea of what you're looking for. Any clues as to what we will be searching for?"
Carol
Naturally after her prior words, Vayra found the perfect time to dig into her gifted meal. Eating rather quietly, her attentions still focused at the words of Vill and the adventure ahead. It would only take the swallow of her recent bite before she offered with that acknowledging nod. The eye contact practically forcing her to respond.

"Ha! You think so..? I'm a Sorceress, mhm. But, rarely a fighter. - My trick is making them think I was never there! So easy to do when alone. Not so much with this new ruin.." Vayra reasoned, the knowledge of her magics now confirmed. Yet, specifics still remained in the shadows. Though, a few schools of magic could be assumed. 

She was about to comment on the Adventurers Guild until the incoming laughter of her seated companion, realisation set at the topic of the Famed Mr Hondo. Vay couldn't help but snicker back, a thought in mind before her words came just as quick. 

"But... Mr Hondo sounds so important! Mmh, fine. I'll call you Vill, if.. If you call me Vay! Catchy, no..?" - The Tiefling offered playfully enough, a token of trust for the Red skinned Tiefling before enjoying the tale of his accomplishments. 

"Really..? Across the globe? So you've been everywhere..? Even Kara-Tur..?" - A moment of sympathy came for the injury at his leg, though the topic of Kara-Tur intrigued this Tiefling the most. A secret ambition of her lurked there, a quest of her own. 

"..I know only the patterns we need to keep an eye out for. Similar to the designs on the map I found! Of the treasure inside? I'm not too sure, no.."
Kathleen
"Of course, I believe so." Vill flicked his wrist and an illusion came to life on the table. A satyr dancing a jig with a wide grin across her face. "Trickery is my forte as well. The art of taking your opponent's eyes off you to win a fight is believed to be dishonorable, but those other people are just jealous they can't have what we have." He snapped his finger and the satyr took a bow as it vanished into dust. 

 "And as important as Mr. Hondo sounds, I would prefer Vill, and I will be fine with calling your Vay." He chuckled. "Vill and Vay, we sound like a dynamic duo, no? Very catchy." He would admit that Vay's joyful attitude amused him; it reminded him of his young days. "Not much would be able to withstand the skills of our combined might."

 At the mention of Kara-Tur, a sense of calm washed over Vill. The kingdom in the sky was always a pleasant place to visit, his home away from home, and not even Lazaroth compares its beauty. "Yes, I have been to Kara-Tur. I always visit there with my mother when she is free from all her business. It is where I got Bronze, my griffin. He was born from the finest stock that they have." 

 Their most brutal stock as well, but he kept that out. Bronze was a battle mount and has been of great help to Vill too many times to count. 

 The lack of information on the treasure did worry Vill slightly. Too many times have expeditions been fruitless. 

 The journal of a human from the Era of Light crumbled in his hands, and a claw from a fell dragon turned out to be the fang of a Mesodile, so all in all, he never liked going into a situation blind. Testing his luck could only get him so far. But he held back the disappointment.

"Well, if it's protected, then there's a high chance that there is something worse while." He rose from his chair, leaning on the cane a bit to help his balance. "Shall we? I did not pay the stablehand for that long of a keep, and Bronze scares horses." Or eats them.
Carol
And just how Vill's words spoke of the art, Vay would especially fall for the illusion that flickered on their table. The satyr with a jig, earning Vay an especially keen smirk as it vanished away into dust by the snap of that finger. Her gaze, ever naturally, returned to look upon Vill.

"Ha, I knew it! They can call it dishonorable all they want. They all underestimate it, afterall!" - Vay seemed to have a token of pride for her magic, ever more eager to talk to Vill as their meeting continued. Of course, failing to mention her other magic school by the distraction of a dynamic duo.

"Vill and Vay! Stop, you're giving me ideas.." - The concept of a team up caused her to smile, a bright optimism struggling to fade as she nodded in acceptance of their supposedly combined might. 

But, the mention of Kara Tur was something else entirely to her. Her eyes grew wider under every word from Vill, enough to the point where she froze at the very idea. The wonder of the moment hit her, until a specific phrase completely broke her want to listen.

"..Bronze, your... Griffin?" The Tiefling practically froze at the concept, clearly having been sheltered in Khisfire for quite some time. To then hear that it was here of all places, did it force her to do a double take. 

"Its here?" - After her words would she ease on up to her feet, starting to brush away the scoop of her maps back in that satchel. A grip upon her cloak now nestled to her side, would she remain eager to follow just previously this kind stranger.
Kathleen
Vill smiled at the awestruck expression that painted Vayra's face. It was common to be surprised at the mention of a griffin mount, it was rare to come across the creature in this sandy Kingdom. "He is here. If there was enough space for his wings, I would have him come this way and carry us off." He started walking towards the door. "I stabled him close to the town's gate. He is quite the sight."

 As the two walked down the street, Vill looked back to see if anyone was following them. Infernal was not uncommon among Khisfirians, anyone could have picked up on their conversation and tagged along, hoping to get in on their score.

 It was a common tactic he used when in the Thievery guild, it often surprised him just how oblivious people could be, walking and chatting while he was barely a few steps behind. 

 For now, nobody came to view. That didn't exactly mean that they were alone, it could just mean that their followers were well hidden. It did not matter much though, because If anyone showed he was confident he could take them. 

 In fact, he was interested in seeing Vayra defend herself. She spoke on her magic, and he believed in that, but one always needs to finish off an enemy, otherwise, they got back up. And that was always annoying.

 He noticed the beggar he passed earlier eating something at a stall. The man looked at Vill and waved erratically, but Vill gave a simple little nod and carried on. "A friend I made on my way here," He explained to Vayra.

When they reached the stable, Vill noticed that all the horses had backed themselves into a corner, giving Bronze, who had a slab of meat in his beak, a lot of space. 

 The stablehand also stood a good distance from Bronze, muttering something beneath his breath until his eyes met with Vill's and he gathered himself. "I bought the meat!" He yelled, and Vill grinned; his threat had been effective. 

 "Thank you," Vill said with false appreciation and called his pet. "Bronze." Vill pointed to Vayra beside him. "Ally," He told him in Aarakocrian, it was the language the griffin had been trained in even though he also understood Common. "She can pet you."

 He turned back to Vayra and gestured her towards Bronze. "Go on," He said in Infernal. "He's waiting."
Carol
Vayra couldn't help but feel so positively overwhelmed! Finding the perfect ally for her delve, one with offerings of free meals and wondrous Mounts! Any such suspicions would have been washed away in the surprise of it all, following along with her things neatly packed in preparation for the journey ahead! Unlike Vill, she had no bother for the lingering Thieves that lurked. A positive strut in her step, her optimistic nature outward and open in a place like Maat!

And throughout their walk would she spot the friendly waves of that beggar. To recognise Vill, it would indeed make her curious. They seemed friendly enough, with Vill explaining. An idea, further enabled, that this Vill was truly a nice man. The kindness of a meal, now the friendly waving, all bringing Vayra into that facade of safety and trust. Unaware of the skeletons that lurked in his closet. 

But enough of that! Finally reaching the stables, Vay offered a slower approach behind the Red-skinned Tiefling. A brief shyness before she spied the creature named Bronze, eyes going wide. The very creature was a glory for her eyes, towering any horse and competing with likely the best! Her eyes remained solidly locked upon Bronze before Vill offered his beckon, a moment in disbelief. 

"He is..? Uhh.." - Varya muttered to herself before finding that breath of composure, confidence slowly renewed as she moved closer to the Griffin awaiting her. Every step, she felt the natural feeling of worry shift to wonder at such an interaction. A trust, with this Tiefling she just met moments ago. A hand reached up slowly, to offer a caress likely softer than most that petted at the creature. A kind touch, that wouldn't impose itself so forcefully upon the creature.

"Hi, Bronze.. There, there.. Heh.."
Kathleen
Bronze looked down at the new ally of his master, cocking his large feathered head to the side a bit as he examined the approaching tiefling. 

 He looked between them with his sharp eyes for a moment before leaning down to be the height of Vayra, his massive size only made more intimidating when he ruffled his wings. 

 The griffin stepped forward into her touch, beak first, then rolled his head to meet her more, he even brushed his tail along her cheek before he finally sat straight. 

 Vill walked over and patted Bronze's side. "He will get us to wherever we need to go, he's used to the desert heat." Bronze screeched in agreement, stomping his paw into the sand with pride. 

 "He also likes treats, and being a friend means you have brought his appetite upon your wallet. But I will deal with that issue." 

 He gestured for the stablehand to come over, and he did so with an awkward shuffle. "Table," Vill simply said, and the man retrieved one and backed away. 

 "Now." Vill tapped the table. "If you could chart a course and give a bit more insight into what you think we might be dealing with, we can fly off and make camp before nightfall. The desert is barely friendly even when the sun goes down, but it would be best to get rest before we meet whatever awaits us."
Carol
The Griffin's first movements brought a daunting reminder to Bronze's sheer dominant height over her. A fact of how helpless the Tiefling would be if it wished to strike at her now. But of course, that never came! The rush of worry fizzled as quickly as it appeared, Bronze's lean into her touch and brushed at her cheek bringing a playful giggle from the Infernal one. A lean of encouragement, and a successful stoke at the beak as she took in all the wonder of Bronze! Her first gaze into Kara-Tur, an ambition close to her thoughts.

Vay couldn't help but smile at Vill as he approached, momentary surprise flickering into a deeper smirk at the realisation of what would come next. Vayra was so clearly impressed. 

"..We're going to fly there? Heh, right. I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore. I trust him!" 

The brief mention of treats brought out that familiar giggle, hands moving to her hips as she watched with a narrow at her eyes. 

"Issue..? For Bronze, that's no issue! If you say he can get us there, then we should spoil him, hm..?" - Vay countered, words a tone serious yet flooded by the playfulness of this moment. One could tell, it was hard to get on her bad side. However that looked, a mystery for now. 

"And.. Right!" - Moving to the presented table, a curious look focused on the rushing stablehand before unfurling her pack and setting a larger map down from her belongings. Unrolled, she would slowly trace that devilish nail along the specific route in mind. Into the more uncharted stretch of Desertland. Not within the Pyramid, but close! The coven likely wouldn't make their business so blatant. 

"From there, to there! From where I looked, I found quite the old entrance within the sands. Ruins, patterns everywhere dotting similar to that map. Magical, the place felt. But, I saw no creatures around.. Atleast, on the outside."
Kathleen
Vill examined the map with Vayra, golden eyes searching for any sort of clue as to what they were going to face there. 

 An ancient Coven operating in Khisfire would have every which way to keep their work hidden, which meant they were going to deal with traps... Or enemies. 

 Vill tapped the page, tracing the distance before looking towards the sky. Bronze was fast, so he could get them there tonight, but flying was tiring, and Vill was sure they would need their energy for what stayed in the ruins.

 "The entrance in the sand might be trapped," Vill told her. "Because it's the most obvious. If you were running a secret and illegal coven, then you would want a secret way to enter. We'll check the ruins for any sign of an entrance, and if we don't find anything, then we go through the main entrance. Carefully." 

 He adjusted his poncho and checked the supplies in Bronze's saddle. He had food, water, more money, and an extra tent. 

 He was unsure when he put the last thing, but he guessed it was just luck. 

 "We would not reach the ruins tonight. We both can see, but I am more worried about what would be waiting for us there. We just need to camp out the night and head there in the morning. Or we can stay here, get a proper inn, then leave by sunrise. The choice is yours."
Carol
The Eager Tiefling observed every trace and utter of her newfound companion. His words made sense, all earning him the cheery nods of his Gray-skinned employer. Golden eyes looking upon the map, connecting the dots while they planned. 

"A secret entrance, yes! And most likely magical, judging by the Coven." - Vay added, simply. What came next however seemed to bring a decision along the road. Her own choice, my how generous! Both options seemed to have their bonuses and their faults. A camp at night at dangerous. A proper Inn seemed.. Not in the Adventuring mood. If Vill hadnt yet scoped out the personality of this Tiefling, then her reply would answer it. 

A momentary contemplation, finger at her chin before she smiled and pointed at the map. "If you're gonna let me choose, then I say we camp out! Are we really adventurers if we stay inside here..? Mhm!"

Vay smirked at her own words, eyes perked over to Vill as she awaited his reply. Clearly optimistic, this Tiefling would be hard to make depressed!
Kathleen
Naive. 

 Vill had observed it for a while but had not been certain because if anyone knew how to put on an act, it was him. 

 The woman before him must still be young, her vibrant nature not smothered by the cruelty of this world. Not yet, anyway. 

 However, Vill saw no reason to have her eagerness for adventure taken away. Not too long ago, he thirsted for adventure and would blindly follow all who showed that they knew the way. 

 Still, she might be hiding something, her power, for all he knew, might be more volatile than his, and he had met many young sorcerers blessed with mana beyond their age. If she was one of these people, Vill knew he had to be cautious, for now. 

 "Then climb on, my dear." Vill mounted his griffin and stretched a hand to aid her up. "Adventure waits for nobody. If we are fast enough, we should find an adequate spot before the sun retreats. Somewhere a little higher than the ground, so the problems of the sand do not bother us. Then we go to this place and see what treasure these ancient witches have kept to themselves."