As the shuttle touches down upon a sandy tropical beach, half the Riskbreakers aboard depart quickly and quietly; within mere moments, the shuttle departs for its next destination. Only when all is silent do you hear movements within the trees.
"HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS!" roars a voice - a voice belonging to a tall Hrothgar, who steps out from behind a tree, pointing a gunblade in your direction.
And as the shuttle proceeds to Rabanastre, the air is quiet - muted from anxiety.
Orella Steelhand: "Oh, for-"
Linini Mooglesworn: "Lay down your arms! We've come on behalf of Ashelia Riot of the Riskbreakers."
Nivelth Ajuyn holds up her hands to show she's non hostile, and puts them behind her head, as three different people come at them.
Ivan Amov wonders if they even know about the Riskbreakers, really. He holds up his hands, eyes briefly scanning the guards to see if he recognizes any of them.
The middle one with a gunblade frowns at them all, his odd eyes narrowing. "The Riskbreakers?'
Linini Mooglesworn tilts her head. "Er... no one was notified of our coming? We have contacts within the Dalmascan Resistance. We have... aided them in the past."
The man frowns at her, then takes stock of the others before lowering his gunblade. "We were informed that help might be forthcoming. We weren't given much more information than that."
Orella Steelhand: "Help." it's... too blunt to be a question.
Ivan Amov takes the lowered gunblade as opportunity to look around the camp. "Yeah, that's us. Hopefully. The help."
Linini Mooglesworn: "We the Riskbreakers have fought on the frontlines of battle against Garlemald for quite some time now. We have ousted the Empire from Eorzea, Ala Mhigo, and Doma. And intelligence suggests that a certain legatus has sights set on a location near to here. We mean to find out why."
The camp itself is bustling, people running back and forth, as well as what looks like a scouting party being treated at a healer's tent. It's fairly obvious that the scouting party was attacked, and that's what has the hrothgar man on edge.
Nivelth Ajuyn frowns, and nods at the man. "Our contacts in the Doman Resistance said were the ones to give us information on you all."
Orella Steelhand takes the opportunity to look around. She recognises the kind of place this is; she'd stormed one or two of them serving the Garleans, long ago.
Linini Mooglesworn: "Might we help with anything? Give us a task, if you feel the need to gauge our skills or gain our trust."
Orella Steelhand: "... Were there any stragglers?" Orella asks, slightly more directly. "Of yours or them. Doesn't matter which."
Ivan Amov: "I'll be glad to finally get the opportunity to aid the Resistence." He says this quietly in Bozjan.
Orella Steelhand looks over at Ivan with an eyebrow raised, not recognising the language.
The man sighs, and runs a hand over his head. He sheaths his gunblade. "My apologies. Bajsaljen is my name, and you've come into my camp." He blinks at Ivan, and nods to him. "Tis good to see another brother helping the fight." He responds in the same language.
Linini Mooglesworn fails to understand Ivan Amov, and makes a note of that for later.
Bajsaljen clears his throat, then looks to Orella. "We haven't taken tally yet. If you've a mind to prove your worth, we're missing two scouts."
Ivan Amov nods to Bajsaljen.
Orella Steelhand: "Which direction, and how far."
Bajsaljen beckons them over to the table inside the main tent, over which a map spreads. "Our party was in the south and east, closer to the Dalmascan border. According to those that came back, they lost sight of the two missing scouts no more than twenty malms out. Far too close for comfort."
Linini Mooglesworn: "I see. We'll find them." (says Linini, who can barely see over the table).
Ivan Amov seems lost in thought.
Nivelth Ajuyn goes over to the table, frowning down at the map and tracing border lines with her finger.
Bajsaljen nods at them, and then reaches to pull out what looks like linkpearls. "Here, to keep in touch. They're set to a specific frequency. Please call in if you find them."
Linini Mooglesworn: "Thank you, Bajsaljen."
The group takes the pearls, and turns to leave.
Linini Mooglesworn: "Before we proceed, might the four of us talk in private?"
Each of them shrugging in turn, they find the quietest area they can in close proximity to the main camp. It's not exactly private, but it will have to do for now.
Linini Mooglesworn: "Ivan... I take it you are familiar with this area?"
Ivan Amov: "I'm not. Unfortunately, my clan is............elsewhere, so I'll be as much help as any of the rest of our group."
Linini Mooglesworn: "Ah... I was mistaken, then. But you share a common tongue?"
Ivan Amov: "We do. We're still from Bozja, in the end."
Linini Mooglesworn gazes upon Ivan Amov in deep reflection.
Linini Mooglesworn: "Hm. Well, that is good to know, at any rate. It may help us in the future."
Ivan Amov nods to Linini Mooglesworn.
Ivan Amov: "I hope so."
Orella Steelhand, who knows what it's like to come home painfully, looks at Ivan carefully, trying to take the measure of him.
Nivelth Ajuyn nods slightly at that, frowning. "Any help might be good, when it gets down to it. Admittedly I'm not the best tracker -- is anyone else better than I am?"
Linini Mooglesworn: "Now... I am no scout, but I do have experience tracking down criminals and other sorts who do not wish to be found... Though we are at a clear disadvantage here because we do not know the area."
Orella simply nods at Nivelth Ajuyn.
Orella Steelhand: "Soldiers are easy to find."
And at Linini's words, all she says is-
Orella Steelhand: "I can lead."
Linini Mooglesworn: "Is that...?" She glances at Orella's arm and cuts herself off. "Very well. Ivan, I am familiar with Nivelth and Orella's skillsets, but what is your area of expertise?" She eyes his bow, but does not want to make any assumptions.
Nivelth Ajuyn: "Well.. At the least, we won't be dealing with dangerous stones like we did before..." She mutters to Linini and Orella. She turns to Ivan, and nods to him. "Nice to properly meet you, by the way, I'm Nivelth Ajuyn, but everyone calls me Nive."
Ivan Amov: "I'm Ivan. And.. ah, I was .. my main role was a scout. Or.. something like a border patrol, depending on what was needed."
Linini Mooglesworn grins. "Perfect - exactly what we need."
Ivan Amov agrees wholeheartedly with Linini Mooglesworn.
Ivan Amov: "I'll do my best."
Nivelth Ajuyn: "You'll be fine." She assures him. "If it's needed, I can also send out one of my carbuncles to cover more ground."
Linini Mooglesworn: "Let us be off, then - time is wasting."
