Goose Hunt, the Quest // Francis, Katherine, Veronique
Francis was actually not the least bit bothered by the illness of Dionysus. The man was practially only the God of Killjoys at this point, with his lack of actual parties, wine or drugs! At the same time, he couldn't complain considering that the quest would very much lead them all to gaining a reward if done well enough. A nice sword would actually suit him just fine. Then again, considering that there was one group that was getting five things and already had gone off, the chances of him beating them out for whatever the prize was was incredibly slim. Especially when he was the only one standing at the gates like an imbecile! With a sigh, he awaited his two other members to actually leave. They needed to travel a long distance, so with him waited his storm spirit and horse Nuage. He personally would not be the one riding, but since he could fly all on his own by manipulating the air around him, the two other did need a mode of transportation that was able to keep up with him just the same. The Frenchman would purse his lips together and looked to his watch, simply to make sure that they weren't too late. No, he wouldn't leave without them, but he just might end up quiting the mission. The man didn't even like Dionysus anyways.
With his back now against the post of the sign, he shut his eyes and allowed his body to relax. Muscles that were tense were now slackening, as he'd let his mind take the thought of them not coming and run with it. Unfortunately, like all things, his small time of relaxation came to an end the moment he heard the approaching footsteps marked by the crunching of gravel underneath shoes. Making his way back to Nuage, he awaited the arrival of his team.