As the water was placed in front of him, Glacies was almost immediately assaulted by this young fiery haired young woman who spoke as though she had heard every word he had just said. He was at first stunned into silence, but as he looked her up and down with a slight frown, he mentally shrugged. Here was a gift, presumably from the Thayne themselves, and he was questioning why she would even bother to get involved? No! He needed the help, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?

“Glacies Frost,” he said, shaking the woman's hand and motioning for her to take a seat. “So, I take it from your... eavesdropping that you're aware of what my expedition will be hunting?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer he motioned toward the map.

“This is what we're dealing with. The thing moves within a certain area of Alerar. It probably has a home base somewhere, or a place it's guarding. The creature is apparently a mechanical golem, roughly three to four meters tall, made of something resembling bronze but far tougher,” he said. He looked up and sighed slightly as he took a sip of his water.

“The problem is the area the thing wanders in, according to every report I've heard, is roughly two square kilometers. This is a very large area for a small party to search,” he said, motioning back to the map, his pupils almost pinpricks. At this moment, the door opened and in walked Micah. The older man stumbled up to the table and sat down heavily. The solid oak chair under him creaked in protest.

“Ah, Micah, good,” Glacies said as he poked at the map. “We've got a new member. I'm briefing them. Mind telling me what you remember, in case I've forgotten... any...” The sound of snores from the man told the young ice mage everything he needed to know.

“Well, then. Alright, so my plan for this. We'll find the thing's home base, be it a cave or some kind of ancient ruin... perhaps even a ruin in a cave. I honestly have no idea what it will be. Odds are it will return there at least to do a quick sweep every once in awhile. I can only assume it was designed as a guard, and has slowly expanded its patrolling range over the years for one reason or another.”

“Well, those are my thoughts, anyway. Do you have any ideas?” he asked as he tapped his chin. He attempted to figure out what else he could have possibly left out, but was drawing blanks.

Dammit, Micah, why'd you have to get drunk enough to pass out?