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Ethras gently rubs his chin in thought.

"Yes, if the dwarves you met are interested in helping, then by all means we should bring them. I am somewhat wary of bringing others into this matter, however. It would not do well to have the deaths of those not prepared for such an encounter weighing on our conscience. Make sure that you only enlist the aid of those who are clearly able-bodied, not just anyone with good intentions."

Ethras glares at Nedd for his disrespectful comment before kneeling in front of the boy.

"You said that the large one had black scales down his side and had claws. Did he look at all like a dragon? Or perhaps a dragon-man?"

Ethras arches a brow in expectation of an answer, hoping that the boy at least knew what a dragon looked like for comparison's sake.

Ethras halts his routine at the sounds of the others awakening, smiling brightly and looking only slightly disheveled from his morning exercises. Rather than bothering to speak with the others as they awaken (since he is well aware of the volatile emotional state most other races awaken with), he simply does a few finishing stretches before finding a table in preparation for the morning meal.

Ethras finishes his bowl of vegetables and nods to his companions as he too heads silently off to bed for the night.

Do elves still only need the 4 hours of 'trance' in your setting or do they have to sleep like normal people?

Ethras nodded at Hrothgar's statement and immediately moved to fetch himself a bowl of steamed vegetables and a mug of water, bringing them back to take a seat at the table. He sat and ate quietly, obviously very alert and focused on the conversations around him.

Ethras frowns slightly at Nedd's statement and glances at his other companions before scratching his chin in thought. He pauses for a moment and then shakes his head, saying nothing and looking around the mead hall for their other companions.

Ethras catches the mumbled phrase and smirks, being fluent in the Giant tongue.

"Unforunately, no. My knowledge of the demons extends only the the stories of my ancestors. I do not believe the old tales will reveal much of use to us." Ethras sighs slightly and then turns towards the entrance as he hears Daeman's music, smiling.

"Ahh, there you are!" Ethras waved at Daeman before turning to Nedd. "And yes, he's with us."

Ethras smiles in response to the man. "Well met, Nedd. I am Ethras Arafil, a ranger by trade. It is regrettable that our friend has fallen ill. I do hope his recovery goes well. I suppose we should be thankful that he was able to at least make it this far. If he had taken ill much sooner, I fear the elements may have taken him." Ethras tips his head reverently and then looks back up. "So... you're a mage as well, then? I'm sure your services will be most useful in our journey if that is the case."

Ethras makes his way towards the Hrothgar and the other man's table, smiling and waving as he pulls up a chair, his keen elven hearing picking up their conversation even through the din of the crowd.

"What proposal is it that we're discussing here?" The elf looked to the newcomer, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly. "Greetings."

Ethras lets his traveling gear slide off in a heap beside his chair and props his longbow up against the table.

Ethras moved quickly but politely through the crowds outside on his way to the tent he had seen his companions headed towards before. A chill found its way to him despite his ample clothing. It was not a chill of the air, however, it was a chill of foreboding.

Demons... he thought to himself. Could these truly be the monsters my people have battled for ages? Or is it merely a moniker the locals have given to whatever beast plagues their travels?

As he ducked into the large meeting tent, Ethras shook the chill off in the warmth of the fire and tossed back his hood as he glanced around the room for his companions. His previous look of concern melted away instantly, replaced with a confident smile. He knew that no matter what evil lie ahead, he would not face it alone.

Ethras stares as the man rattles off his tale, his jaw slowly going slack as he forgets to blink. When the man finishes, Ethras composes himself and offers a polite nod.

"Well... thank you very much for the info. I will certainly keep it in mind. Good evening to you."

Ethras offered a friendly wave and began to walk back to the tent where he had last seen his friends headed into. In his mind, he was going over everything he had learned about demons back home... and wondered if any of it would be relevant here.

Ethras quirks a brow, his eyes widening a bit at the old man's statements.

"Er... well... I was really just looking for a few potions to help us face the elements of nature out in the cold, but now you've piqued my interest. Tell me more of these demons you speak of. I had not heard such news until now."

Ethras smiles meekly as the magician greets him.

"Well met, sir. My companions and I are seeking a long trek in this harsh climate and I would like to know what elixirs you have to combat such conditions."