Voloke opened the door of the Following Winds. He looked around briefly before spotting Wren and Cail, and then made his way over to them, taking the sheathe of his greatsword, and the sword itself, off of his back and resting it so that it leaned against the table next to him as he sat down. They seemed to be in conversation, so he waited for them to stop speaking before letting his own voice be heard. "Are you the only two here so far?" Voloke looked around, trying to spot anyone else familiar, but he had never been to the Following Winds before, and didn't recognize anyone. He supposed that any of the others could be mixed in with the rest of the patrons of the tavern, and in a way hidden, but didn't care to look any harder. "Well, I'm ready to go as soon as the rest show up," he said, not really looking at either Wren or Cail as he spoke. More than anything else, Voloke wanted to get to work, rather than sit in a loud place full of strange people and smelling of ale and mead and drunks. He was a man of action, but not the kind of action that this place promised.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Voloke bought 4 days worth of trail rations, and 2 currently full waterskins, as well as changing into the magical sewerboots, before making his way to the meeting place.<br/></div></div>