The inside past the gate felt like catacombs. Cold, damp and claustrophobic with brick on both sides. There were hallways leading to dead ends every few steps but at the end of it stood something of a oddity. A robe with its face hidden behind cloth stood looking out at its new visitor. Ordinarily it would have perhaps been inviting to meet something that didn't seem hostile but looking to where it's legs should have been. Tentacles. Long black oily tentacles laid from beneath the robes. "Resourceful one aren't you? Avoiding the trial in its entirety, yet still succeeding to get past the first of my gates." It's voice was unusual. It was much deeper than his size suggested and seemed to not even come from him but from somewhere far away.

[b]Dale flipped the axe in his jeans with a grimace. Trial? What a sick thing to do- sending men to their dooms as a disgusting game. However, he'd keep his tongue in check. [/b] Yeah. No use in senseless death.

"Mmm, yes. A human sense of morality I suppose. Perhaps it will be interesting to have an outsiders opinion" One of the many tentacles fished its way into a sleeve producing what looked to be a scarf. There were what two black spots painted to look like nostrils from a boar. "Though, even with a dissintrest in violence you may find use in this. The nose of the huntsman would be its name in your tongue. With it, you will know your surroundings much better as no sent shall escape this nose"

Well, thanks, I guess. [b]He was still wary of the man, but the offer of a gift caused him to lower his guard a little, placing the axe upon his shoulder rather than his hand. He quickly reached out and took the scarf from the offerer, before tempering his manners.[/b] What's your name? I'm Dale, Dale Morrison. [b]His feet shifted back, as if he was ready to bolt at any moment. Sometimes these types of men did not like the mention of names- something about true names having power. [/b]

"My real name would be... unpronouncable. Cognivermis might be more preferable to your kind." Once the scarf was removed from its limb, the tentacle slithered back to join the others laying on the ground. "There is more unique items if you wish to proceed. I will not judge how you proceed. The man in white was amusing after all" [spoiler]Probably will post the next trial tomorrow. [/spoiler]