**Yack and his group enter the ghost guard, leaving after tithing 100 gold and a warg pelt to puck up 'Uplift the Beast'.
Sometime the later the group returns, this time tithing 48 gold and a bone throwing knife to teach Adjack "Barefoot, Fleetfoot".
Later still, Yack, Cassie, and Adjack enter the ghost guard. The bestial man is momentarily tugged away by the call of nature, leaving Cassie to look at some papers another traveler must have left lying on one of the benches. Adjack relaxes near the child, the landshark preoccupying himself with ponderings on the existence of graveyards.**
Cassie - "Papa! Harpy!"
**The little harpy girl excitedly snatches the paper in one of her talons and flaps into the air to show the returning Yack an artist's rendition of Hestia.**
**Arl shows Olo the map, shrugs, and approaches Karak with her hood up. Granted, her hood was no stronger than her neck at this point - the girl had absorbed her blades into its flesh at a restroom pit stop on the way over here - but for some reason she felt the cloak would help all the same.**
Arl - "Hello! My name is Arl Lotreab, and this is Olo and Damak. We have evidence that the serial killer Garrote plans on having some sort of final death match at this location. Do you know where in this facility he might be able to sneak in?"
Nervada - "Aahahaha, that's what I like to see! Never been disappointed by a mysterious vanishing man before! Not that I've ever met one before... BUT! Every tale I've heard that starts like this has all kinds of crazy stuff happen! I wonder if we'll have to...
**Nervada continues to cheerfully list possibility after possibility, his unnatural voice filling the air as as he slowly approaches the dog. He gives it a friendly wave.**
**Nervada describes several of the beasts he encountered during the field trip; A tridra, a large wolf, a smoky orange-eyed monster among them. He then weaves a tale noting the highlights of the fight, taking care to focus on the animal bits Shalin obviously prefers. Like when he rode the rhino!**
Nervada - ".. later on we got attacked by Oscarans and had to prove ourselves in this big arena death match - got some cool goat-cat-horses out of it though! And then we fought an ancient horror, do those count as animals?"
**Nervada smirks at the latter comment, his keen ears having picked up far worse on the way into town. Probably shouldn't sing when walking into town, no. Heh.**
Nervada -"Don't worry about it, I can help ya retake the title if you want it! You have to hear about the cultists, though. They had cool animals and everything. They didn't make it, unfortunately, but they were still pretty sweet."
Nervada -"Sounds like a fun place! I've never hunted a dire elk either, although I might have eaten a regular one once? Lately I've just been getting waylaid by Oscarans and crazed experiments. And cultists! Did you hear about the cultists?!"
**Nervada chuckled a bit himself before joining in on the reading**
Nervada - "Intro was fine enough, ya just need to get other people to accept it! Taking on a dire elk does sound pretty fun. I was hoping it breathed fire, myself, but it looks like my paper was smudged. Ever hunted elk before?"
The elf finds a silvery garr overlooking her shoulder.
Nervada - "Ah! You're after the elk too? Heha, perfect! I needed a partner for it."
**His warped voice envelopes her in an undercurrent of unease, sorta like waking up to find yourself in a sack full of spiders. Or grumpy cats. Maybe grumpy cat-spiders. Anyway! His stance seems friendly enough. He even holds out a shakable hand!**