<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">"Beautiful, as in the way the darkness has settled"</span>Vincent tilted his head a bit, smirking at the female's reaction, people were so hostile sometimes.<br/><br/>Vincent frowned with the female's reactions, shrugging to enough of a degree to unsettle the raven on his shoulder, even when the spy joined in. The raven had been eying the man, missing nothing in the room, Vincent however was somewhat surprised with the other male's sudden appearance. Still hidden in the shadow of the deep hood Vincent looked over at the other male when he addressed him<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">"Very well"</span>He spoke quietly as he moved his chair over to the table that the two were now sitting in before resting his staff against the table and moving his hands from the cloak, resting them on the table. while he watched the other male speak.<br/><br/>The newcomer was well informed, perhaps too well, he knew Vincent's name, and he knew a lot more than even he was letting on. Vincent took a moment to fold his arms, the raven turning it's gaze from the male to the female. It was a strange looking bird, larger than the ravens of the northern mountains and considerably more attractive, it was sleek and graceful, just like the man it was accompanying, but still, there was something unsettling about the bird, it's eyes were red, dark and dull but piercing. Adventurers had told stories about these creatures, the Crebain. Vincent's only showing eye moved from the spy to the warrior, keeping his other eye hidden behind long bangs as they spoke, even in a place like this, Vincent had no trust for the common people, he had no trust for anybody. The raven's eyes were focused on Lucrecia, locked on her<br/><br/>The newcomer went on about their mission, or what was to be their mission would be, Vincent resettling himself when he spoke, raising a dark glove to his chin The other male was able to pick out that he was a mage of some skill, but that observation was obvious, Vincent made no attempt to be secretive or subtle, after all, he had a reputation in some parts of the world, and that was enough. Vincent waited until the other was finished to speak<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">"So, Mister Greywood, tell me why the gods would have chosen a simple hermit as a champion?"</span>Vincent was no ally of the gods, his mother had told him to stay away from any priest and he had taken her advice to heart the day the villagers of that small farming village tried to burn him alive.<br/><br/>Vincent couldn't help but wonder what the other two chosen gifts were, while he had his own magical senses, he was not a scryer or a telepath. The raven which had previously been perched on his shoulder hopped down his arm and cawed loudly. He was curious, this man knew a lot that was for certain. Vincent resettled his staff, then reached out to pick up a feather which had fallen from the bird.