Caeseus was tired of being ignored. With a word to Tharos he stalked off towards Alexis. He had a report to give and he would give it. As he walked he remarked on the 3 individuals she was going to see.
There was the small fellow, Dolphus, and Mako. Those two he knew of course. Though he doubted they even knew his name. In fact he was certain only Mariner and Tharos did. Tharos, now that was a surprise. Tharwyn was normally very protective of him, but he could think on that later.
Being dead came with certain privileges but it also came with the unfortunate aspect of all the living treating you like a servant. Careful he thought, best control that temper, that’s what got you killed at halfshell bay.
That just left the Big person, he almost did a double take, if they had a shell he’d almost believe they were a.small Halinth, clearly they were new.
As he approached the group he curtly removed his helmet and shifted it under one arm.
He was an older fellow, probably in his late forties when he died. His brass hair, flowing down to his shoulders, now streaked with iron. He maintained a clean shaven face, not that he had to shave anymore. Although he supposed if he really wanted a beard it would grow…
He’d become so lost in thought over the peculiar circumstances of unlife in the honoured dead. He almost didn’t realize he’d almost walked right into the group. He had to mentally lock himself back to his purpose.
Sensing a conversation he slowed his steps and waited for the opportune moment to speak. Standing approximately 10 or so feet away, close enough to hear, without intruding.