Roymus’ frankly creepy smile was broken when the light consumed the group. It served to highlight just how dirty his dress had become. As the voice lectured on the importance of this adventure, he frantically tried to dry and clean his dress (succeeding mostly in smearing the dirt everywhere), as he nodded his head, attempting to verify to someone who was not even there that he was indeed paying attention. As the light faded away, Roymus’ filth was hidden, and apathy once again took hold. He kind of wanted to say something. Just to see what he could find out about the group. Before anything could come to mind, the women came running. Her dress even more ruined than Roymus’ own, making him feel a kind of sympathy… A sympathy that was heightened dramatically when he noticed the women was under direct attack. As Roymus drew his blade, the swordswoman in front of him immediately cleansed herself of the rainwater. He almost dropped his sword, gawking in envy as she did with ease what he had been spending most of his time curious attempting to do. There was much more to learn here than he could have hoped. He smiled, much more naturally this time. “I’m going to enjoy you people. I can just tell.” Roymus starts at A5.