The thaumaturge stood against the Eastern Wall, leaning heavily against it. He'd been standing there the entire two hours, waiting for the arrival of the vehicle that would take him and the others to the Northern Border. He simply stood and watched people in an attempt to sate his boredom, but hadn't really bothered to talk to anybody. He'd seen a few people running around, and a large crowd a ways off around that molten rock and crab thing he'd seen earlier. At one point he'd taken out his wand foci and polished them on his clothes, but otherwise just waited. When he saw the vehicle pull up, he found it rather... questionable, to phrase it one way. It was a rather rough and rugged looking vehicle, but then again, he supposed it would likely need to be. He stood straight again and walked up to the vehicle, noticing Myodin getting in with one of her walking disasters-waiting-to-happen. An arcanist also got in, he noticed, looking rather out of place with his extravagant clothing.<br/><br/>He followed them in shortly after, looking around at the group inside. He opted to not get too involved with anyone quite yet, and stay out of the way. Looking around, he saw that the druid's construct had somehow managed to climb inside, but the druid was no longer with her. This roused his curiosity, although he didn't ask, as he thought that might be construed as rude.