Aerlan made note of the gesture as Paplo strode off. He moved to his own rhythm, thus ignored it. The mage stood up and closed his eyes, focusing his ether and Will back into the earth. With a pulse of thanks towards the Earth, Aerlan returned the stone spikes and chair to the ground beneath his feet. A soft, deep hum shook within the mage's chest as he released the magic and headed for the cave. Earth was the friendliest of the elements in the Defier's opinion. Enduring, warm, all encompassing. Yes, that's how Aerlan would describe it. With a vast emptiness in his heart, it was to the earth that Aerlan was closest. Well, besides the Harvester constantly on his back. A dark chuckle from over the Eidisi's shoulder came as the only reply to this thought.
Upon entering the cave, the mage's voided eyes looked around closely. It was what he expected. Small, rocky, uncomfortable. It fits a purpose. He looked curiously at the goose and then at the Avriel. Two birds... I wonder if the goose is female... Perhaps there were a few eggs in that nest. Humorous as the thought was, Aerlan didn't laugh. Aerlan never laughed. Instead, he turned his attention to the discussion between Paplo and Noth. Noth was useful. Such a prime target could not be ignored, especially if the payout was as lucrative as Noth stated. This mission would require the presence of all three. Though he felt no loyalty, turning on these two was not logical. Noth brought intelligence and Paplo was the middle-man. Perhaps the other Flayer would be useful in other ways, but for now he was a social connection. Aerlan's network of contacts was small still so he valued the ones he had. Heists would fill the pockets too. Benefits outweighed the risks.
"This caravan is indeed a seductive target. On the surface it seems almost too good to be true. With such riches guarded by so few, I worry if it is a trap set to lure out would-be thieves like us." A slender finger reached up to tap his chin. "How many guards? How much weight in loot? Do you know the terrain where we would intercept our target?" More questions spun in his mind, but these few seemed important to begin with.
Upon entering the cave, the mage's voided eyes looked around closely. It was what he expected. Small, rocky, uncomfortable. It fits a purpose. He looked curiously at the goose and then at the Avriel. Two birds... I wonder if the goose is female... Perhaps there were a few eggs in that nest. Humorous as the thought was, Aerlan didn't laugh. Aerlan never laughed. Instead, he turned his attention to the discussion between Paplo and Noth. Noth was useful. Such a prime target could not be ignored, especially if the payout was as lucrative as Noth stated. This mission would require the presence of all three. Though he felt no loyalty, turning on these two was not logical. Noth brought intelligence and Paplo was the middle-man. Perhaps the other Flayer would be useful in other ways, but for now he was a social connection. Aerlan's network of contacts was small still so he valued the ones he had. Heists would fill the pockets too. Benefits outweighed the risks.
"This caravan is indeed a seductive target. On the surface it seems almost too good to be true. With such riches guarded by so few, I worry if it is a trap set to lure out would-be thieves like us." A slender finger reached up to tap his chin. "How many guards? How much weight in loot? Do you know the terrain where we would intercept our target?" More questions spun in his mind, but these few seemed important to begin with.
