Name: Lin-Xhao<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/>Location: Fort protecting the portal<br/>Tagged: Everyone<br/><br/>Lin-Xhao shakes his head softly to himself as he watches the others argue from atop the fort wall, his grip tightening slightly around his simple white wax wood staff. "Such anger, and we have only just arrived." he sighs. None of them would last long here without self-discipline. And really, did none of them have the training to look upwards when gathering their surroundings? He had gone completely unnoticed, and he was wearing an orange robe! He had arrived several hours early in hopes of meeting with the local guards, but the attack had removed any chance of that prior to now. "This is why none of the order have seen fit to send any of our number here for generations. If we can not stand together, we likely will not stand at all." he mutters to himself as he starts down the stairs back to the ground, his steps light despite the slight burden of his meager belongings in a bundle upon his back.<br/><br/>Once within easy earshot of the others, he waits for them to finish with the map, and then makes himself known. "Greetings fellow newcomers." he says with a polite bow. "I am initiate Lin-Xhao, of the northern mountains monastery. Might I request a gathering before we set out? I feel it would be wise to share knowledge of personal specialties and resources. Knowing who is capable of what can only smooth our path."<br/><br/>