Serendipity
The monk tried to recall details of the meeting about the Ogres and Varg, anything that mentioned the rest of the community being aware of their Quest. Not that it would go amiss, Alexia reminded herself, big undead creature, the bane of existence escaping from its bonds and flying away to likely exact vengeance for those that had trapped it, and now its death was their responsibility. She knew next to nothing about dragons, but the undead - they held grudges for eternity. Undead were, somewhat, like the living: they thought, felt and remembered. The monk quelled such thoughts for the moment, there really wasn't anyway to tell about Varg, yet, and turned took to remaining silent while their group peppered the old mage with questions and some glaring presumptions. She had cast a concerned glance toward Sandy, but let the contact with Old Sam run its course. Anais would have been proud.
Looking back to Dan, she gestured to keep at her side, to which the Fae nodded, moving his pony along behind hers but to right, placing him a little closer toward by Maghrl and Lucius. The summer fae had not much to say since they left the building. The cold, it did wonders to dampen his mood and rob him of good spirit. He fought to keep a pleasant expression in the face of the biting cold. He could only give a shivering smile and nod toward Old Sam while the others attended to the newest arrival.
"It'll behoove us if you'd accompany us, Old Sam," Alexia spoke up at last, she agreed with the Baron and Giovenith on this, but in the end she knew it was the General's call, "We'd be remiss in our responsibility toward Varg if there's information we can use. I'm afraid the Ogres had come and left just as quickly, leaving bare details about Varg, and our information on dragon and the undead could differ, but perhaps there are similarities."
She shook her head slightly, shifting her braided hair that coiled around her neck and down her left shoulder. The monk gave a brief nod, "Apologies, I'm Alexia."
