ooc: Truth be told I have been waiting for musik to post. But apparently, that is not the case. No worries, hopefully he will be back. If that is the case, he can tag along.

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The orc grunted and walked out of the room only to come back a second later with travelling bag. "'Ere is en'uf food to get 'ur out o' Cyrodile." He called out, placing the bag on the table. "Divide it among ya, gud luck. Kill the bugger and bring back 'is 'ead. I doubt they care how many bits of it are left. 'es currently hiding in Skyriim. Dunno where."

Rei grimaced somewhat at the man's words but nodded, he understood what he meant. The mages' guild cared very little about how they were to get it, aslong as they killed him and came back with some proof. Hah, magesas long, I bet they'd be too scared to even look at a dead man's face. he remarked, his dad often told him about the corwardice of wizards and magescowardice'. Rei had yet to see a successful mage in combat. All the ones he knew could not handle combat -and- the strenuous task of remembering spells at the same time.

"Thankyou, for the pack." Rei said to the Orc who simply gave him a smirk and trudged out of the room. He looked to the other three, "The names' Rei, either of you guys been to Skyriim?" He added, trying to create conversation, but he also wished to find out if they were going to get lost.

OOC: Certainly.

IC: Idhran listened to the orc once more. His rough accent grated against the mage's ears like iron, and the bag he placed on the table had a strange scent about it. Idhran figured he would be gathering much of his food.

"The names' Rei, either of you guys been to Skyriim?" The Breton had walked over to the table with the others.

"Ah, unfortunately no, but the Univesity offers many classes in geography, and I know the maps of the region well. I also have functional knowledge of the country, from arboreal facts to government and theology. We should be able to find out some information from the nearest village of Riverwood, but we'd have to go through Pale Pass. From there we could travel to the city of Whiterun. But that's up to you all, really; any ideas?"

"The names' Rei, either of you guys been to Skyriim?" The Imperial man asked, and the lizards spines quivered slightly. ''Nah, I've never been there myself, been mostly around the north western parts of Tamriel'' Velven rubbed the side of his cheek thoughtfully, ''Names Velven-Mar, though friends call me Mar''. Velven-Mar turned his attention on the Orc that had provided them with food, if this quest was so important, why would they only be provided with food? No gold? No map? Hell, they didn't even know where this mage was located. ''This...Nercomancer...'' He began, ''Do you at least know his name...?''

ooc: BUMP! Git ah' postin' y'all!

OOC: Glad to see this going again, thank you Jerod.

IC: "Ahem." Idhran made sure to let everyone know he was speaking, he was fairly sure that was what people did "Maloch Drayu, I believe. The ex-illusionist and healer turned necromancer that we shall hunt is named Maloch Drayu. Wanted for mass murder of Imperial Legion, Mages Guild, and citizens, as well as the crime of necromancy. Currently, we believe him to be located in central Skyrim, most likely in a cave. The easiest way to locate him," the mage stopped, realizing he had been going on in a monologue that surely seemed rude to the others. He mumbled the end to his sentence unintelligibly "Would be to look for recent murders or grave robbing..."

He looked around the table, awaiting a response, hoping he hadn't committed a faux pass with his new companions. He retracted into himself slightly, both physically and mentally, reflecting on his statements as he waited.