Maako stood in silence as a few introduced themselves; the changeling , it seemed, was profoundly late to the proverbial party. White eyes peered at the priest... Strawberry blond, blue eyes, average frame... a man who would simply blend into most crowds if not for the scarring on his neck reaching up to his chin. While his introduction seemed lacking, he made it obvious he was a priest and apparently here at the request of another. Something was unusual about this priest... Maako had encountered priests, many confident (borderline pompous) and happily willing to disclose their faith in a regal, almost sickeningly pious manner. This priest, Adien... was unsure... though whether he was unsure of himself, his place in the group or the other would-be outcasts. Time would tell.<br/><br/>Then there was the Alkhev... or one of them. Maako eyed the taller of the two warily, knowing that alkhev were notoriously and aggravatingly just and fair. Her regal nature and posture were nothing short of... expected, really; she was (at first glance) a profoundly typical alkhev. While unsure of her name (one of the many things robbed of the changeling by unusual tardiness), one thing was sure, that she was battle-ready and that her voice was that of a young alkhev, gentle and feminine... not yet robbed of it's innocence.<br/><br/>Maako approached the two, looking from the titan to the priest. With a slight nod, white eyes met the blue of the priest's, "Pleasure to meet you, Adien, priest of Liundra, I am Maako... for now." A wispy smirk played across thin lips as the changeling then turned their gaze to the titanic set of armor that could easily house Maako as well as several other members of the Universus... and the alkhev within. "I'm afraid I wasn't present for your introduction, so you have me at something of a disadvantage." Not knowing someone's name was, most times, a simply fix... however, hidden beneath that armor Maako couldn't see her face, which was far more valuable to the changeling. A name could reveal all of someone's past, given that you have the right contacts, but a face... a face was their existence, easily replicated and adopted.<br/><br/><br/>"I have heard of Holger Adalwolf, though I have not had many dealings with him or his ilk." Maako knew little of Adalwolf save that he was stubborn, pig-headed, greedy and more often than not angry. The trick to Adalwolf was to not compromise the integrity of the Universus... the easiest way Maako could imagine would simply pay him or lure him with the promise of sexual favors and money. The goal was to show that the rag-tag band was capable and something to be respected as more than a group of simple brutes. "Though I do have one request..." Maako's voice was hauntingly soft, but deep, "that the name Maako is not spoken outside of this building." Empty eyes took on a sternness that was atypical for the otherwise aloof changeling.