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Just east of Fovaros nestled in a clearing of middling size lay an encampment filled with all sorts of things one might expect to find in such a place including multiple tents, cooking fires, pot, pans and other assorted cooking and camping gear. Anyone approaching the campsite unless they came from somewhere other than Favaros would see an older gentleman with a large mustache sitting on a stump carving away at a lump of wood and apparently waiting for newcomers to arrive at the site. Looking past the aging explorer one would see an eclectic looking woman with bright red hair in the distance wildly dancing around a fire much to the obvious approval of what appeared to be a young girl with black hair who was nodding her head seriously along in time with the woman's movements. If what was going on behind the older man was out of the ordinary he certainly didn't seem to show it.
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Approaching the area from the south-east, as if intentionally avoiding Fovaros, walked a young man with long navy hair tied in a braid that reached his waist. As he walked a black silk cloak flapped behind him and a wooden quarterstaff seemed to follow him as if held by an unseen hand. As he drew nearer he waved at the man whittling away.
"Hello!" he said, loudly enough to be heard on approach.
Hearing the voice speak up from off to his left the man halted his carving long enough to eye the approaching mage curiously. He shifted his legs so as to be somewhat facing the young man and waves a greeting, seemingly opting rather to wait for Jacob to arrive than to come and greet him. When Jacob did reach the old man he spoke up. "Welcome to our encampment young man, I suppose you're responding to our advertisement?"
The old man rolled keen looking green eyes. "I tried to get her to say we were leaving the end of the week or tomorrow if you will but that'll be the Doctor's way of saying just that." He jerked thumb over his shoulder towards the dancing woman. "Name's Herald by the way."
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"Doctor Hannigan that is." He nodded towards the dancing woman indicatively. "Well that's what she's called herself ever since I've known her. Must be... Hmmm Maybe 15 years now?" He seemed to ponder that for a moment before continuing. "You don't exactly seem the hunting type. What caught your eye?"
Harold chuckled gently "Well you wouldn't be the first man what stepped out of his comfort zone for that." Jacob has the strangest feeling as the old man peered intently at him. Almost like his blood was attempting to crawl out of his veins. The feeling passed as Harold's eyes moved back to the hunk of wood that was starting to take some sort of shape. "A mage was it? How's that working out for you?" The question had an offhand sort of feel to it as though he had asked as an afterthought.
"Its a bit like whittling, actually. You spend your time working on it a little bit at a time, hopefully don't hurt yourself in the process and when you're done ideally it looks how you want it to." he said, a lot calmer than he was a moment earlier.
After her journey, Annabeth wandered in to the clearing, looking only slightly lost as she gazed around at all of the things. She settled her gaze on them. With a smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes, she greeted them "I am arriving to aid in your problem. Is there still room?" She tilted her head in question.
Harold's bright eyes passed over Annabeth and she felt almost like the glass was peeling off her skin for a brief moment before the feeling subsided. The man smiled kindly enough. "Plenty and then some I'd say. With what we're after I'd rather take all the swords we can find. You have much experience with hunting?"
"Hunting? No. Not really. But I know when you don't want things to be alive anymore you put pointy things inside of them. And then they stop doing the things that made you want them to not be alive. iIs that good enough?"
