Upon hearing some woman announce herself, Laverius paused.  Alisandra wasn't a familiar name to him.  Was that the girl's name?  He didn't think so, nor did the accent sound right.  He carefully peeked around the rocks at the edge of his alcove, attempting to remain unseen, and noticed the different shapes emerging.  He didn't recognize any of them.  They were also all clothed, though not particularly well.<br/><br/>While a prank could well result in his being the only one clothed, too much did not make sense.  He ducked back into the alcove, convinced there must be something he missed.  He walked quietly, not wanting to alert others of his presence.  Eventually he found the chest in his alcove and opened it, donning the robe with mild disgust, tying it off with the belt.  He slipped his feet inside the sandals and attempted to identify the vials by sight, though it was difficult in the darkness.  He stuffed the vials into the gloves before putting them in his pockets, hoping the larger object wouldn't be able to fall through.<br/><br/>Somewhat better outfitted now, he went closer to the alcove exit and continued silently listening to the strange accents.