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Firasi's database retrieved the message from the GM. He transmittered several codes into the interfaces and the codings for merchants and monsters of several varieties were at his disposal. In a different region of his programming, Firasi began the creature set-up for the first levels dungeon. Batmen, enlarged insectoids, the basics. The mapping had already begun to change so the journey to the Dungeon could be made. At the front of the challenge, a travelling merchant was positioned... although the group would find that the prices were a little dampening.

His eyes caugth sight of another girl as he and the others returned. She had the appearance of an animal... or part human, save the ears, tail, and claws. His surprise was further piqued by the sight of the healers, or mages, and the rather large brute in the middle of them. These were the Players. It was a rather large group of people. Some of them, Aansalath especially, had demonstrated some excelling skill. So... would he be able to handle them at Level 5? That was no time for doubt though, he was to assist them until the moment.
"Hello!" He called out, rushing forward to meet the others. This couldn't be so bad though right? He turned around, keeping track of all the players that he had met - the Vampire, the two thieves, and Ixpath the worm. Keep an eye on him. He most certainly would.
His eyes scanned the area to inspect the severity of the forest damage from the early encounter. Scorch marks, torn trees. Rock Jaw. That lumbering monster had sure made a mess of the place. Then again, Alexander had his share of fault. Dead soldiers lay astrew. Quite a dear number of them as well.
"You all did this?" He asked as he pulled up closer. Faking a shudder, looking back and forth. His eyes landed several times on the half-giant and the woman healing it.

"Oh." Passion had no idea if that was true. She had never been injured enough to lose much blood. So she would just have to take his word on the matter. She averted her eyes from the ground as they returned to the battle zone. The bodies still bothered her. Still eyes staring on and straight through. She didn't want to acknowledge it. No 'we' didn't. I had no part in it. I didn't take anyone's life. I'm not that sort of thief. She wanted to say it. Wanted to make sure she wasn't grouped in with them. She hadn't yet reached the point in which you had to take a life to save your own; so she was quick to judge the others. And it bothered her, more than a little, to know that Aansalath had taken part in it. Perhaps she had just been fooling herself, pretending to ignore the obvious signs that the blood on his clothing was not entirely his own. Now she wasn't able to do that anymore. He was a killer, of both monster and human. She looked over at him in his sophisticated top hat and jacket, looking like an aristocrat. It once again stirred up her longing to see what sort of treasures he held tucked away out of sight. But Claws had proven that to be a terrible idea.

Quietly Passion walked away from Aansalath and the rest of the group. She wasn't in the mood for introductions. Even to a strange collection of non-humans. She didn't see herself as one of them, not having seen herself just yet. Unaware of her piercing eyes and smooth horns. She just wanted to rest and watch. Out of sight. She found herself scaling a nearby tree until she reached a somewhat low branch that still provided cover from anyone that wasn't already looking for her. There she felt safe and secure. She'd still be able to hear the group speak and see if they began moving, but she didn't have to out there in the open. They seemed so vulnerable just standing there for all to see.

Claws grinned again, "Call me Claws as I can't seem to remember my real name, or who I am for that matter." he said thoughtfully. Claws shrugged and looked at the rest of the group, as he had not learned any of their names.

Chris stayed hidden, Sabrina for once taking his advice to stay silent. They would follow quietly and maybe avoid detection.

Alora nodded to Claws. She was a bit nervous about his big claws, but shrugged it off. As long as he didn't hit anyone with them. "Yeah, apparently I'm the healer. Though I don't understand any of this. I just wanna go home..." Alora sighed and raised her hands to look at them. They began to glow slightly again, but as soon as she turned her head to look at Passion, her hands were normal again. "Then I look forward to meet her, I guess." Alora smiled, and not before now she had noticed how easy it was for her to smile, even though there were corpses lying everywhere. "Most of them are, but I'm not too sure about these two." She said, pointing to Korsu and Andy. At least Korsu was awake. "That reminds me, there's no time to waste." She ran over to Andy, wondering if he was dead or only unconscious. She looked over his body for any injuries. As Ixpath spoke, Alora shot him an angry glare. "So you're just gonna leave your party members behind?" She muttered as the blue light once again began to glow in her hands. "So how do I do this again?" She muttered to herself. "Uh... Are you awake?" Alora cursed inside for not knowing anyone's name.

He bowed his head to Alora and smiled lightly. "Aansalath my lady Alora. Worry not, not many people can remember my name. And forget the Lord part mi'lady. Just Aansalath." He listened to the conversation, he was interested with Alora's responce to the mage's carelessness for other members. He answered Firasi's question. "I believe, Mr. Harp, that the daemon samurai is a little tired. He did an interesting trick of possession."

He looked into the forest, using his sense of smell to find any animals. "Well, when the samurai awakens, call for me, I need to hunt before I loose control. I need to get my strength for the next level" His eyes darkened as the last of the borrowed blood seeped from his body. He was going nearly crazy from the womens' smell. He wandered into the forest, finding deer. His nose crinkled, they always smelled so watered down. He caught one with his hands and drank deeply. He coughed from the watered down animal. "Oh lord, that's disgusting."

Korsu followed Alora back to the group. Well, he really limped back; even after the Healing, he was still tired from the battle. Wearily introducing himself, he considered offering a handshake, but seeing Claw's sharpened points, he decided against it. He hoped that these people could be trusted...if anybody could. If anybody in this entire game could be trusted.

Andy's soul reluctantly seeped back into his head to rest, but he was still unconscious. That might have been a good thing, though. If he was awake, his mind would be terribly fogged, and a splitting headache would follow. A more experienced magic user would note that he was "out of mana".
The Specter part of his body suddenly stirred, signaling that somebody was approaching him. Whether friend or foe, mortal or god, he had no way of knowing, not without his human senses active. There was nothing he could do, and he silently waited for whoever this was to do whatever they were going to do.