Lucian fingered the broken branch around in his hand as he knelt by the fire listening carefully to the girls discuss the story behind the infamous "Circle" that seemed go be haunting everyone recently. The mention of a dark lord and a queen of sorts brought a raided eyebrow to Lucian's face. He remained quiet however. Although hearing about it all is quite unbelievable to say the least, the feeling of urgency and realism to the entire situation was nothing short of real.<br/><br/>Lucian stood and retrieved his jacket, pocketing the dagger sized branch before slipping into the cold hard leather. A sudden and very unwelcomed voice seemed to echo around the small group. This obviously was not the search party they were hoping for. To Lucian, it was just another threat, another jackass that needed to be put in his place, or put 6 feet under. But even a street-wise fighter like Lucian knew the tactical advantage of being hidden with bows and arrows against a group of mostly unarmed members. The only thing he could hope for was to either be taken prisoner, which would force the opposition to get close to him, inside his "killing zone" or hope that the dragon and elf had something helpful up their sleeves.<br/><br/>Much to Lucian's surprise, the new kid spoke up, but it was...different. Almost enchanting. Whatever it was it wasn't a normal human tone. It was...dare he say, magical in essence. Waiting for a response from the hidden threats was getting tiresome and Lucian hated not knowing what or who he was up against but lashing out verbally in a position of disadvantage would be reckless and more likely put everyone in danger. Instead Lucian managed to slide the small pointed branch up his sleeve and worked out a strategy in his head should these assailants attempt to take him prisoner. Just another day in the life of Lucian....