Now?<br/>No, not yet.<br/>He didn't know exactly what he was waiting for, but he felt like something was still missing. Perhaps it was the bard who he felt odd about. Maybe someone else. Was<em>someone</em>still missing? He couldn't tell and it was frustrating him, because he felt like he should know. But he didn't.<br/>Quietly flexing and relaxing his hands at his side, he nearly missed the bearded, human male's words. Was he being addressed? And, if so, should he respond? It was nerve wrecking, timing was everything. And it wasn't time. Not yet.<br/>At least he didn't think it was time...<br/>Great, now he was doubting himself.<br/>Perhaps he should just get the show on the road. The more figurative road, of course, not this winding path through an endearing enchanted forest that was dangerous with its own kinds of mischief, yes, but nothing like what was in store.<br/><br/>He decided to but shake his head somewhat at the bearded human male, careful to not have his hood slide and reveal his features. The less people knew of him, the easier this would be. And not just for himself. If he did knew of any deity, he'd not explain to the human.<br/><br/>The swishing of the herder's staff caught his attention and his head turned to quietly study the male manipulating it. A weapon, he saw. Good. At least not all of them were helpless. This would be fun. So annoying to have participants expire at the first bump in the road.<br/>Though, the satyr might be out of his element. And, perhaps, the dark skinned.. what ever that being was.<br/>He decided to move again, this time to maneuver until he was next to the being he couldn't quite put his finger on, then made a small gesture at it as if he was trying to get its attention, but then failed to speak, this time pondering what he'd say.