Gajol snorted at the mention of her name. "Yes, I am Gajol-Gru Mabus, berserker and demon slayer. Follow me, I have yet to show you your employer."<br/><br/>Waving them forward again and ignoring any sort of judgmental looks she may have gotten, Gajol stepped onto the dais, having stairs on it that reached seven feet.The pedestal at the very top had a wide, slanted top, which Gajol then pulled upon, popping it off with the squeak of nails being wrenched from the wood. She reached deep inside and pulled something upward, though her hand was still too deep to be seen. What resulted from the activation of whatever the device may have happened to be was that there was a sudden, mild shaking of the floor as the abrasive sound of stone grinding against stone and cracking mortar resounded throughout the place as the dais slowly descended. In under a minute it had become level with the rest of the floor, revealing a door with a seven-foot frame at the very back of the room, leading into a hallway dimly lit by yellow-orange, glimmering torches. Gajol then ushered the rest of them in.<br/><br/>The hall was short, and after a single right turn they reached a door. Gajol rapped the oaken door smartly with her knuckles. "<i>Distinction?</i>" said a very deep, muffled voice.<br/><br/>"The difference between knowing of and knowing about is finding out through experience."<br/><br/>"<i>Come in.</i>"<br/><br/>Opening the door, there stood a large human man, even bigger than Gajol. His hair was a dark, sepia brown with black eyes that shone warmly like they were polished scarab shells. Everything he wore was black, his heavy, imposing plate armor rubbed down with a sable oil to make it the dark, yet lustrous color it was. His smile was just as friendly and warm as his eyes, in spite of the sinister impression he may have given off. He stood to the side and allowed the others to enter the reasonably large room. There was a human cleric wearing similarly treated plate mail himself, though his was not anywhere near as heavy-looking or intricate as the knight's. In one corner stood two gnomes in black studded leather, who watched those that stepped inside. The air they gave was not hostile, but neither did they seem especially trusting. In an opposite corner was a half-elven mage who looked to be rather tense when Aya stepped inside, only becoming more so when the other spellcasters came in. "Welcome," said the cleric, giving a bow. His heavy mace, adorned with a large metallic skull for the head was placed in front of him, head down and his hands resting on the butt.<br/><br/>"Good evening to you all. If I may introduce ourselves, I am Himmel, priest and leader of this squad of seekers of the Black Cult of Ahm. The knightly man before you is Orlando-" he gestured at the large warrior- "the shadowdancing gnomes are Rose and Lily," pointing at the male and female respectively- "And our mage is Liam," finishing it off by pointing to the half-elf. "May I ask to know your names as well?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>