The Armored Creatures (Volibear/Rammus)
The Armordillo followed the Ursine’s lead and grabbed a haunch of meat and a goblet of mead, munching on the meat as the others talked around him about the happenings in Freljord. He had heard of the conflicts going on in the region, but from what he knew nothing had come to fruition yet.
He was broken from his musings by Volibear’s booming voice, looking up at the large bear.
"It is more lively than I expected," He said with a smile. There was far more life and energy amongst this clan than he had thought there would be. For such a cold land, the tribe had welcomed him quite warmly, and he truly appreciated, it was more than most people had done for him.
"And the food is delicious," He added, taking another bite of his meal and washing it down with some of the brew they were serving. It had quite a kick to it, much more than anything they served at the institute.
"Great to hear, my brother!" he beamed.
Continuing to feast and drink his fill, Volibear could feel himself growing tired and weary. Rising to his feet, he thanked the other Ursine and sent them on their way before guiding Rammus to the back of the tent. Opening up into a hut, Volibear showed Rammus to a guest room with a roaring fire near his bed to keep him warm through the night.
"My room is the next over, so if you need anything, brother, don’t hesitate to ask. Get your rest, we have a long journey tomorrow."
Turning to leave, Volibear stopped in his tracks and turned back to Rammus. "Also there is one other thing. We are in a land that is home to many spirits. They may visit you in your dreams and speak to you, my brother. It is then that we can get the answers we seek to finding the True Ice mine. Keep your mind calm and clear when approached by them, but I doubt that’ll be a problem for you," he grinned. "Good luck and we’ll meet in the morn."
Lumbering back to his chambers, Volibear rested upon his furs and quieted his mind before falling asleep.
The feast had been quite an experience for Rammus, never before had he been so welcomed in a community that had never met him. It was nice, and the food had been absolutely delicious. Once the festivities started to die down, he got up and began to follow the chieftain to their quarters.
He gave a nod and raised an eyebrow slightly at Volibear's advice to him. He knew the tribe had a very strong connection with the spirits of the elements and their ancestors, but he hadn't expected it to be the land itself that housed that connection.
Closing the flap that served as his room's door, the Armordillo turned and began to remove his armor, setting it in a nice pile by the fire. Once it was off, he stretched his arms and legs, getting all the kinks out from their long journey. He was tired and had a full belly, so he curled up next to the fire and drifted off into a content sleep.
He hadn't been asleep for long when the voices began to speak to him.
