Linnael is walking in from the south, frowning to himself and looking over a piece of paper, marking on it with... well, ink that appears to be magicked from his finger. "So, if I put an orb of water..." Garviel is, as always, preceeded by the clanking noise of his heavy armor. The Lupoid is coming from the west. Zariel is also coming from the west, a ways off to the side from Garviel. He's humming lightly to himself and spinning his bat in his hands. Glancing up from his bat, Zariel grins brightly. "Hey there, Linn," he calls back, his path altering to meet the mage halfway, "How're you doing?"