<div class="floatright">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Irader<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In Line to Board the Ship<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Jacinth<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Of course," Irader said calmly. He reached for a small pouch on his belt, opening it easily with just the one hand while never taking his eyes off of the young Priestess. He produced a small talisman from within the pouch, and held it out for Jacinth to see. It was simple, a small, oak circle, with a skull carved into it. On the forehead of the skull was a small, black diamond. "The Order of the Long Death chose me to come and aide this mission, whatever it may be." Irader said, his expression blank. He had travelled from the Firesteap Mountains, the home of one of the Order's hidden monasteries. For many, it would have been a long journey, but Irader didn't need food, water, or sleep. He had simply run the entire way, faster than most humans could possibly run, and never needed to stop and rest, thanks to the magical tattoos that adorned his body.<br/><br/>The Monk waited for Jacinth to decide whether or not he would be allowed to board the ship. If not, he could of course just go to the monastery in the Turnstone Hills. It wasn't terribly far away, at least compared to the Firesteap Mountains. Still, it would be inconvenient if he had come all this way to be turned away at the gangplank of the ship.