[Area] The Lethean Dream

Rien stays close to Thoren as they walked out of the stronghold into the unknown. Perhaps if that really nice person trusts him, she might be able to trust him too. Of course, she still holds her mace close to her, in case something jumps out of the fog.

Speaking of the fog, it's incredibly thick...You can barely see two feet in front of you. If it weren't for the path, one would get incredibly lost.

Thoren continues along the path in the fog, with his army following behind. He notices Rien nearby. Why would somebody like her choose to walk so close to a scumbag like him? Perhaps she just doesn't know all of what he's done. Despite this, having her nearby seems to be... Calming?
Not sure what to say to her, he continues walking onwards through the fog in silence, making sure the group is still following.
Meanwhile, the pianist, making his piano roll on its wheels all on its own, begins playing a suitably calm song on it. To the majority of the group's surprise, it's something they've never heard before. Was Thanatos wrong about the dead being unable to change? Maybe all they need to change is... inspiration? It's still all a mystery. Nevertheless, the crowd continues following behind Thoren.

Thoren slows his pace a bit, nervously looking around for anything sticking out of the fog. Normally he wouldn't be this apprehensive, but between Seth's concern for Kat and Rien's current reaction, it's a bit harder to stay levelheaded.
"...Show yourself! Where are you?"

Able to at least tell where the voice is coming from, Thoren calms down considerably.
Upon her mention of fighting a horrorterror, his interest piques slightly. There's a slight chance she might know some important strategy that could help him on his own quest. Then again, the chances of the average fighter even lasting 5 minutes against one are so slim there's almost no chance that she even found out anything useful before meeting her end.
"Heh, how many seconds did you last against it? Three?" Thoren laughs curtly.
"We're actually on our way to fight some much easier opponents right now. We've heard there's a specter problem in Gintopolis. This path leads towards the action, right?"

Raphael studies the pajama girl, and then touches the similar slash across his own neck lightly with his hand. It is no easy feat to let yourself fall to your own hands like that. He knows that all too well.

Thoren listens to her story. Figures a simple physical attack would be practically useless, though that seemed almost obvious already. He didn't expect much, but at least she didn't let those assholes use her out there. That would probably be the definition of a Fate Worse Than Death, so as far as Thoren is concerned, she chose wisely to abandon ship, so to speak.
"It's enough to be worth listening to." Thoren closes his eyes for a couple seconds, trying to show off his attitude a little.
"There's plenty of us here all willing to fight them. If you need a weapon, I'm sure someone might have a spare of some sort."

Some whispers trail through the crowd and one of the seths makes his way to the front. He's one of the shorter ones without horns, wearing a black apron and a backpack.
"Someone say they need a weapon? I got some weapons I could part with, for a price. Whatever currency is used around here is fine." He seems a lot more... willing to do his job than he's ever been back at the tower's hot topic store. "I've got scythes, swords, whips, spears, daggers, chainsaws, brooms, plungers, rockets, fingerless gloves... Anything that might strike your fancy?"



Thoren glares at the shopkeeper "...give her a discount."
"h-hey, I gotta break even somehow! This merchandise doesn't grow on trees, you know."
"you better not overcharge."
"...u-understood, sir!" The shopkeeper stands there nervously as Thoren looms behind him.

Able to appreciate her enthusiasm for destruction, Thoren's stern glare changes to a somewhat approving smirk.
"...That makes sense. Picking a new weapon is a pretty big deal after all. In the meantime though, welcome to the crew."

The short shopkeeper chimes in. "Whenever you're ready to make a selection, just call for the shopkeeper. I'll be there to make sure you get the stuff you want." He shuffles back into the crowd and pretty much disappears.

Thoren takes a moment to yell at the crowd to resume walking.
"Let's go now!" He picks up the pace and the crowd follows, continuing on the path.

Meanwhile, Raphael and Kusari continue to watch this newcomer from behind a few others.

Thoren asks the new girl some more questions. "So... you mentioned something about some sort of 'angel' that brainwashed someone? Do you know anything else about this 'angel' that would be helpful in case it's encountered? Or anything about the unlucky one who got dragged to their side of the conflict? Anything tactically useful really."

"Hey Thorn, why don't you try, I don't know, asking for her alias at some point?"
"He's not gonna listen. He doesn't give unimportant bitches any attention. And it's Thoren, not Thorn."
"I know what I said. He can shove that in his chest-hole and cry over it."

Thoren suddenly turns around and faces the bitch.
"WHΔT. DID YOU JUST SΔY?" A plume of anger palpably flares up.
"I said, you can shove a thorn in your chest hole and cry about it!"
"...YOU PICKED THE WRONG ONE TO FUCK WITH." Thoren begins charging a dark flaming magic attack from his hand. The little shit that made fun of him is trying to supress his fear, but is mostly failing. He tries to hide behind that one guy he was talking to earlier, but is denied from this. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS NOW!? DO YOU ENJOY FEΔR?!"

But then, Seth notices the overly strong anger backlash and begins to try and burn it off productively, lowering the amount that Thoren can use to power his magic attacks. He innately understands that Thoren has been personally hurt by the words of another (contrary to the old sticks and stones axiom, words can hurt quite a bit, especially when the ego's natural protection is compromised somehow), but knows that letting his anger control him won't ever do any good. So while Thoren is staring down at the chumpy little seth with the big mouth, Alpha Seth decides to do some swimming in the ocean. It only takes a minute of swimming to tire them both out too much to lash out, but thankfully with enough energy left over that Seth can fly back to the island.

Thoren extinguishes the dark flame being produced by his hand.
"...you got lucky that time. Next time, you better watch the fuck out though, or you'll be back at the tower before you can beg for mercy." He resumes leading the army along the path, as if that episode barely even happened. The name caller, likely forever to be henceforth remembered as 'that smacktalking bitch that stepped out of line', or perhaps more simply as 'minibitch', hides far back into the crowd, far away from the front, and most importantly, away from Thoren. He does not want to incur his wrath again any time soon.

"Now, where were we?"