Ithalin's gaze flicked about to each of the speakers as they, well, spoke, taking careful note of their 'roles'. Medic, sapper, arcanist (or mage, or wizard, one of the myriad names), and his own task of 'hit it very hard'. A merry little fellowship to enter into the ring of the portal, to wherever their glorious leader felt like taking them.<br/><br/>He did take particular note of the fish-man. Of course, -he- didn't know what Zozkar were, but Tim did, and Tim was happy to share in exchange for a few moments of not being digested. Ithalin found the being oddly similar to a race of acquatic humanoids from his homeworld, and briefly pondered if perhaps these Zozkar were an offshoot bred into being by a dimensional rifting gone wrong. Or right, depending on your point of view. Mentally shrugging, he turned his attentions to the elf on the stage.<br/><br/>He hadn't noticed her before, which was a shame, frankly. He really liked her coat, and made a mental note to either ask her for a spare, or take it off of her corpse should she meet an untimely end. Eyes flicked to the subservient Paracelsi as she spoke up once more. Such loyalty would prove to be another obstacle in his keeping of the medic not-dead. As she finished speaking, he locked his gaze with Faye's, lips pulling back into a grin as he spoke up over the din of the machines and the distance between them.<b><b>[Teutari] </b></b><span style="color: #ff0000">"One wonders why the Rittmeister even bothered switching to the common tongue, as apparently we're all rather fluent in this elf-speak. Of course, it seems rather dangerous to put one's orders in a language not all understand, no? Oh, and nice coat."</span>His accent still carried over into Teutari, but was more understandable, the only real differences being stresses on words. Switching back to common, he continued,<span style="color: #ff0000">"With your leave, <i>Vizefeldwebel</i>, I think I'll go explore my new cage for a bit before we ship out."</span><br/><br/>He was already moving for one of the exits as he was speaking, rather clearly expecting to be allowed to leave unaccosted. If he wasn't, well. He'd have to burn that bridge when he got to it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>