A voice called out in the distance and the feathered brute heard. Oh boy did he hear. It was loud and familiar, giving a shiver down his spine as he heard it. The Mountain that Knows...

He had yet to know her name, but the fae that he had witnessed Hertz submitting to her to become part of the herd was the one that was calling him and he felt the urge to both turn tail and run and follow the voice. The distance was not long, the terraria cool as he stepped over rocks and soggy grass, before seeing the figure in the distance. The dame's skull markings that adorned her face were again beautiful and unnerving. But her red cape swung ever so slightly in his unaccustomed vision, growing more into focus as he came closer.

And with that he was part of the meeting, the first in the Hidden Falls to his knowledge. His travels had led him astray, and for this he was not aware that he actually missed any. His ignorance was bliss when his paranoia reared its ugly head. But then as he filed in to the meeting, he felt suddenly so aware that he was letting himself in for a large crowd. Who would be lurking? He did not know many in the herd, if all of them were in the herd at all.

In spite of these fears, the brute continued, tapping his daggers across the way as he got closer to the centre of the area.

And thus, she began, speak of many things Lotherarius was unsure of right now. But one thing in particular that made his lobes prick was the mention of this mysterious lady's father, the one that gave magic to members of the herd. Who was her father? The Earth God?! His surprise could not be hidden from his handsome face, it etched in like he had eaten a bee. But that facial expression came into play once more through the speech, as she spoke of promotions:

Syrena to Storyteller, new medics, Ultima, the four winged beauty he had met once before very briefly was the healer (he would be getting injured a lot more now, he thought cheekily), and it carried on. The endless list of new recruits being thrown into the purpose of making the Falls great.

And then his name was uttered. The Illusor was being asked to become sleuth to the herd.

"Would you take up this mantle?"

The words rang in his lobes as the shock beat through his broad chest, his skull a picture of horror, pride and surprise. With a slight stutter, the poor paranoid brute spoke,
"I am fresh to the Falls, but it would be an honour, Mountain that Knows," he blushed with embarrassment as he realised that he had spoken "her" name, yet not knowing what her actual name was. Who was she? Queen?

" . "

Lotherarius