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An elf with a beard walks in, smiling as he dusts off his hat and re-hooks one side of his beard before coming in.

"Well, well. A gathering. I know what happened the last time, when Groetus was favored to show us the ultimate reward for us and the non-believers as well." He sits at a pew, putting his hat back on. "Now, I hardly mention him, sorry to say. I take my risks, hoping to see that final reward denied me the first time when I was reincarnated to this blasted elf form." He strokes his beard, then quickly puts it back on as it fell from his face. "Working with the other pathfinders? Yeah, of course. Goes to dangerous places, right? Better chance to see my reward, to see the glory of Groetus!!"

The old Gnome... err, elf points at the Dino. "My turn to ride?"

"Elf?!? Elf!! Who are you calling an elf.. oh, I keep forgetting. Blasted elf form, I so wish I was still a gnome." He pats himself, and hands him a cake knife. "You can do the honors, I am gonna ride me a Dino."

An elf comes into the room, a cake balanced on one hand as he strokes his beard with the other. He surveys the room, sees the Osirion sign, and puts the cake down near it.

"Eh? What's that? Oh, it is cherry cake with raspberry icing, the scarab is make of chocolate, the sun is a blob of lemon icing." He looks to the others. "Oh!! You want to know what faction to join. I suggest the Osirion faction. Knowledge never hurts, you know. Have you heard of the reward of Groetus?" He slaps the nose of the Dino.

"No, you great teething lizard..." He stops, looking at the sign. He looks to Doyle. "My turn?" He smiles, the beard not quite hiding his glee at risking life and limb to ride a dino.