Odine stood in silent contemplation, hazel gaze peering in no particular direction rom 'neath the alloys of the burgeonet. His thoughts delved into the possibilities that lay before him. Just what could be causing the lights seen above the peak? Perhaps the orcs were experimenting with a new type of weapon or magic, or perhaps they were merely having a party. The thought brought about a laugh from the Dark Knight as he considered how crude it would be for him to just show up and crash the festivities. He knew the latter was not likely the case, however. No, some daunting aura drew him nigh this day. Was it fate? Had he decided to partake in some other adventure for the day would he have still be drawn to this location through some strange means?
Whilst he struggled with the concept of being bound to fate as a prisoner was to his shackles, Odine heard a small bit of commotion emanating from the cave behind him. Turning, Odine would straighten his posture and furrow his brow whilst he peered through the morning sun's glare to find out just who was making their way here. Perhaps a less seasoned group of adventurers having come to test their mettle against the orcish stronghold, or perhaps it was as he surmised; more had been drawn to the peculiar happenings on Horlais Peak. Odine wasn't exactly a giant of a man, nor was his girth anything menacing. He stood at a height slightly taller than the average hume, somewhere around six foot, three inches and his build was no more refined than that of any other seasoned combatant, though this wasn't exactly visible as the blackened alloys of his abyss cuirass hid most of his features despite being quite form fitting.
From the attire and stature of the allies that strode in, Odine could tell this was no measly group of adventurers seeking thrills and excitement; they were here with purpose. With destiny. Rather pleased, Odine smiled as he moved forward to greet them.
"Hail, adventurers. Might I be so bold as assume the nature of your visit here? To investigate the unusual happenings atop Horlais Peak?"
Odine had a feeling he was right on the gil as he called out to his potential allies. It is as he draws a bit closer that he realizes he knows one of them, the Galka. This causes his smile to broaden and become a bit warmer.
"Well, if it isn't Urthdigger. How fares your travels, old friend? Have you, too, been swept up by the hands of fate?"
Odine was certain there was more to this than meets the eye now. It seemed more and more likely that more forces than chance were dealing the cards at this point. He had been skeptical of investigating on his own, as he knew Vana'diel was capable of quite the few dangerous surprises, yet now the idea that this lot were likely on the same path brought him assurance. No matter how powerful one may become, there was no power on Vana'diel that could match the bonds and alliances formed amongst like minded adventurers.
..A wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven." Such is the rule of honor.
Thanks for the sig Yamoto!