The Far-Seeing one was more than content to share his tale with Voran, who listened to the policies and conventions of another tribe with curious awe.<i>What he wouldn’t give to be apart of such a confederation again.</i>His eyebrows did quirk when Gall revealed that his own chosen title was not defined by a physical characteristic, as it might have been like his forebears, but something more aligned with his thought and experience. He shared the man’s grin at the self-admitted depreciation of his humor. A man who did not take himself too seriously. That was good company to have. And as if his earlier remarks to Tur’Nook was answered, some much needed wisdom to go with all the brawn they currently had. They would need some well thought out schemes if they were ever to combat a dragon.<br/><br/><i>How was he known? Interesting question, one he never actually pondered himself.</i>“I am called Voran, as you might have heard from others. How I came by this name, or what it may mean, those answers are lost with the passing of my parents, who gave it to me. But I did not grow old enough to be able to comprehend its meaning before they passed from this life. I like it, though. It is mine and there is none other like me that I have met.” He shrugged with his shoulders, not thinking too deeply into the significance. If it mattered more than being the simple sound to attract his attention, he was sure the fates would unveil to him in time.<br/><br/>They were soon approached by the Dwarf, Gostîm, and Voran was pleased to see one of the stout folk among them. They were used to the heat of forges and foundries, he had heard, so surely they must have some experience if they ever came head on against dragon fire. Though, Voran was unaware of what he might do.<i>Run real fast, I suppose.</i>At the Dwarf’s question, Voran stared on for a heartbeat, wondering if he was speaking to the craftsman directly, before pulling the spear out of the earth where he had struck it down in the meanwhile and twirling it into an upright position. “It’s well enough, friend. Not too heavy, yes. But I don’t mind it being too light. Sometimes I do wish it to escape my grasp, if but to reach the enemy’s heart a few moments ahead of my own body.” He pointed out with a smirk. “Was this your creation? It is quite a marvel. I feel like I’m a whole world behind with the ashen tipped spears I was using before.”<br/><br/>There was a brief flourish and gesture of attention from the gathered elders, who declared this assembly complete and ready to depart. One by one they came forward to bid each of them fortune and success, and though Voran was courteous in reply to each, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. Something…lacking in tune with the way they spoke to them.<i>As if they might be already dead, trying to fight a dragon?</i>Some at least were helpful, as one elder addressed Voran directly with a warning of dangers he knew too well. “Vultures to prey on left over carrion, they’ll scatter without their master.” Voran said about the possibility of trolls being under the sway of the dragon. He was presented with a bundle therefore, of vials containing a delicate mixture. To this, his eyes widened in amazement at such trickery and power, taking the items with a deference. “I shall put them to good use, whether by mine or any of my companions.” He assured the elder, raising one of the vials to examine more closely with his eye.<br/><br/>It seems all were given a gift alongside some parting words and once the elders had cleared, Voran glanced about with curiosity at what the others had received. He wondered what the elf and the huntress were given, though regardless he guessed his gift might be best shared with them in plenty, while he might take one or two of the vials for his own. For once he got close to a troll or any other beast, he wasn’t going to miss his stroke. He couldn’t afford to, with that sort of proximity. The huntress soon approached however, with her companion in tow. To signal Voran meant no threat, he did take a step back, though he flashed a grin at the lynx.<i>Don’t take this as concession, I know we have business.</i><br/><br/>The girl looked familiar to him. Perhaps he had visited her tribe in the past. Though he was sure he would remember the angry cat.<i>He remembered every angry cat. Most tried to kill him.</i>He nodded to her greeting, spoken to all, though he had no interest in pelts, having his own lion’s skin around his waist still. The huntress did seem to possess a lot, certainly more than the total sum value of everything Voran owned, which he bore on his back or person. “Bones?” He exclaimed into her list. “Of what animal? Harvested when? …some make for good soup is all.” He shrugged with an apologetic smile. He had nothing to trade anyways so his interest was merely academically.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered to where one of the female elders had gone, before looking back at the group. “I suppose it’s just us from here on out. You all reckon on starting now under moon and star or beginning by daylight? Does anyone know if dragons can see in the dark? Or are we not safe traveling by light or dark either way?” Voran asked the group at large, letting his eyes sweep around before landing on the elf last, whom he had not the privileged of addressing or speak yet. She would be the best accustomed to the wilds, being more long lived, and experienced. He wondered how old and felt a tinge of envy at the time allotted to her, while he knew his years were fleeting in both youth and more so in age.