Röc, Bayard, Serpent, Aeyn

Immortal Serpent will just follow the roadsigns being blessed by his priestly upbringing in the super power of literacy. He has no plan and expects to find a group of wizard hunting cultists to come attempt to kidnap Aeyn before long.

He turned to Aeyn and gave him a wicked grin. "This is exciting. We have never been hunted by cultists before. Usually we have to find them in cellars and dark alleys. Not that we mind that part it is just slower. Say Bayard, been thinking on what might kill a demon. Wager you a brand new halberd that if we impale that bastard with your halberd and I hit the halberd with lightning it ought to do the trick."

His eyes glint slightly with any near source of light, like those of a deer or more appropriately a wolf. He can see in the dark. He nods at the other people, quickly noting that they alive and not some walking abominations, and gestures like a wave with his staff. It seems likely that he is used to carrying the staff like it holds some reference of nostalgia rather than any functional use. "Happy hunting?" he queries.

"Yep."

Immortal Serpent replies stoically.

"Living means an ally. What's your name?"

Immortal Serpent relaxes and the ethereal snake around his neck seems to sleep.

Echo lifts his empty left hand with the palm upward in a gesture of peace. "My full name is related to the ancient theology of my clan but is really too many words for any conversation. Call me Echo. And yours?"

"Immortal Serpent." The Taoist replied in the Tongue of the Naga. "Behir" in the common tongue.