Magnus let out a heavy breath, relieved. It seemed like the ragtag little group that had come together over all the day's misfortune would be sticking together, and for that, he was incredibly thankful. With a smile and nod, he scooted his seat back and stood up, taking hold of the helmet he'd placed aside during the initial talks at the table. "Right. No time to waste, then. Let's go," He proclaimed, sounding determined. He was confident that, with all these people at his side, they could finally figure all of this out and put a stop to it.<br/><br/>Of course, the next step was to get back on the road. Magnus and his family wasted no time in gathering their belongings and preparing to head out, and presumably, most of the group followed suit in the preparations. However, before he took off, he took note of Sirenix, whom he'd seen accompanying Blake the previous night. A proper introduction hadn't been given, but he figured now was as good a time as any to get acquainted with an apparent friend of a friend. It wasn't hard to pick her out among the lobby, either. He'd seen Kalros people before, during travels to the south, but one this far north, so far from the ocean? That was an odd sight.<br/><br/>He made an approach, offering a wave and a smile to her on the way, as he looked up to meet her eyes. She was tall, towering a full foot over him, which made it even harder to miss her in the sparse crowd. "Hello," He began, lowering his hand. "Blake's friend, right? We didn't really get a proper introduction before, some, ah, business came up." He paused, looking over his shoulder to glance at Sheoldred, before turning back to Sirenix and continuing. "I'm Magnus, and it's nice to meet you." He offered a polite handshake, while his other arm balanced his helmet against his hip.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his parents continued their way outside, and were greeted by the sight of a fancily-dressed man with an even fancier carriage. Verigan, after everyone had gone to bed the previous night, had gathered some supplies for the group he'd be accompanying with Atisha. Nothing too out of the ordinary, really, as the things more suited for teaching her were buried away beneath the rest. At the sight of familiar faces he'd spotted during his short stay in the tavern, he opened his arms in greeting.<br/><br/>"Ah, hello! You must be the folks Atisha spoke of. Well, some of you. There are even more of you than I'd expected." He twirled his cane around in his hand, and shook his head. "No matter, no matter. I'm sure we can all pile into a few carriages. You did bring one yourself, correct?"<br/><br/>Hilde furrowed her brow a little at the greeting, but nodded. "Um, yes, we did. It's at the stables," She answered, glancing back into the tavern to see if she could spot Atisha and ask her about the flamboyant stranger that was currently parading around in front of her. Before she could, Verigan strode forward, and wrapped both arms around the shoulders of the elders.<br/><br/>"Wonderful! Then we'll be headed out of here in no time. So, tell me, what are your names?" He asked, starting to lead them forward. On the way to the stable, he made endless amounts of small talk, to the slight discomfort of the other two. His skull-like mask didn't help, but it was still a better sight for the pair than his actual visage. Which was also a skull, just with less gold engravings. Something he'd have to work on one of these days, for certain.<br/><br/>Soon enough, they returned, their more mundane-looking carriage being driven along by Verigan, and pulled by Agro and a second, newly-acquired horse. And Verigan, of course, was still speaking. "Now, don't you two worry. I've been driving these things since before trains were invented!" It sounded like a joke, but it wasn't. The elders had no way to know, and just sort of laughed along with him, sitting in the back of the carriage. Upon returning, they looked to the others for help, or at least explanations as to why this mysterious skeleton man was suddenly joining them.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Tarkus kept a close watch on Kaya during their introduction. He was a bit surprised at the sight of her. While he'd seen and dealt with plenty of Epona in the past, she seemed...small, compared to what he was used to. Most things from Ardon were. But more than the size, her equipment took him off guard. An Epona wearing more than leather, bones, and the occasional leaf was a rare enough sight, let alone one who looked like a knight. The craftsmanship of the kit was quite impressive, especially the way it transitioned between the upper and lower halves. Whoever made it had clearly done it well.<br/><br/>Removing his sword from their bonfire and crematorium before the iron was heated too much, he balanced the weapon across his massive shoulders, the flat of the blade resting on his pauldron as Kaya spoke. He could tell she was sizing them all up, and truth be told, he was doing the same to her. In his experience, the best way to take on a quadrupedal Epona was to sever the legs at the knees. Strong as they might have been, a 30-pound slab of sharpened metal tended to be stronger. After that, a 'decapitation' of sorts to the body tended to be his go-to, but given Kaya wore actual armour, he doubted the effectiveness of the old methods. And that, in a way, got his approval.<br/><br/>"Yes," He answered simply to her question. "Something to the north of here has driven the trolls further south. I intend to find out what." He abstained from speaking of his and Vasma's initial quest, which had taken them through multiple partners and kingdoms thus far. "And if I can, kill it." He turned back to Silas and Floriad, watching them and waiting to see what they'd have to say about the situation. They'd been a damn good help, he had to admit, even if he didn't much want to. Elves of all sorts hadn't left good impressions on him in the past, but maybe they weren't so bad.