"I'm always ready." the second scarecrow stated firmly, his raspy, yet smooth, like the rustling of leaves or a sound of nails against nylon. Eerily, no mouth of any kind opened when Kanis spoke -- hidden safely behind the patchy "mask" stitched onto his face.<br/><br/>He moved forward to inspect the troupe casually, using his single scythe like a walking stick. He almost dragged his legs behind him when he walked, yet it was curiously fluid, graceful, like the scarecrow was exerting the exact minimum amount of effort required to reach point B.<br/><br/>They'd do. A blind man, a mage, a succubus. He was sure they'd have their uses... if it came down to it, anyway. "We're wasting time."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>