Kiron's outlook darkened at the disgraced prince. Royalty is trouble. At least the man has training and doesn't appear to have the superb arrogance associated with royalty. He doesn't know the prince personally but the bad feelings were their anyways. " Just to be straight, my lord. Is there a way you perfered to be addressed in public?"

Alfred looked at her with confusion then laughed. "Just Alfred or Al. I am not picky if your wondering why I am here I have been disgraced for wanting to be like King Luther a warrior instead of a priest. Plus I want to lead men against the army of Light if they are truly gonna try to take the life of races away. I am so ready to kill again." Alfred stood but Kiron you know that his armor is cursed. It is the armor of the Crusader, cursed with double the weight nullifying his magic that he tries to cast, worst of he is being watched by his god to prove his worth of called the Prove to the Gods. Alfred my not make it if he is gonna use a tower shield and a long sword he may need something else but you know that he knows that.

"Well lets get going then I assume we have along walk ahead of us." Malrak waited for the rest of the group to start moving.

Kiron moved but not before his living hex panther moved right through the prince. Kiron pulled his hood back up to hide his features. This definitely is going to be a long journey.

Gruwahl inspects the contract with interest. Magical bind of honor. Powerful stuff. And it's real. Invisible seals and glyph. That alone tells they mean business. Combined with the way they toss gold around and promise immense rewards, they at least want to draw people in if nothing else. And for what cause?

Exploring the Land of the Dead. Ancient Relics long lost. Knowledge forgotten. Legendary magic. Pointiest of pointy hats. If this elven bard is telling the truth, no mage would ignore such opportunity. Way of Magic and Mages is endless research of how this and other worlds work. Gruwahl grinds his teeth to hide the excitement from rising to his face. Wizards can't shout cheerfully after all, it ruins the impression of mysticism.

But it sounds too good. Wizards know when to suspect when something is too good sounding. They have faults full of fools gold after all. Tower of Magi. Town of Golems. Only handful of people possibly determine the outcome of End War. Either they have more trust to their abilities than Gruwahls has, or there is more to the tale. There was previous squads like theirs, wasn't there? How knows how many have perished before them to these promises of riches and adventures. But they are still throwing away so much gold. Either they enjoy this way too much or honestly want that crown.

"Haa... A Wizard can't refuse challenge like this. Gruwahl signs the contract. Nice to meet you all." Gruwahl speaks, walking to the contract and the elf bard. Even if this turns to be really elaborated trap, at least he gets to cast fireballs to fools who think they can attack a wizard.

" Nice to meet you as well mage. Your familiarity with the estoric will be helpful on this fool's gamble. " Kiron may be one of the workers of darkness but he isn't completely foreign to politeness.

The half-orc mage nods in response. There was something on the hooded figure, his aura isn't dull like average peasants. Well, the Bard said they looked for individuals, special cases who won't be missed. It would be more surprising if everyone didn't hold something secret on their sleeves.