Upon reaching the stranger, it appeared that he was rather small, only about eight inches above five feet. However, the large hat made him much taller. Upon closer inspection, there truly was no person inside the clothes, only the black haze and a pair of glowing yellow eyes. "The Dojo, they call it. Where we are, Dojoville. Fascinating place, full of wondrous people, but also dangerous ones. The big dome over the village, it saps us of energy, and turns guns... 'Off'." As brief a run-down as he could. That said there wasn't much else he could supply. He himself was a newcomer in some ways.

[i]He scratched his beard as he processed this information, the dome being the most worrying piece of information.[/i] "Hmm...that would pose an issue for those that rely on magic and the such to sustain life. This raises the question of who has authority over this place, and why would they set up that barrier right on the path to this 'Dojo'." [i]The Hoarse Man had dealt with dangerous men and women before, but someone with the ability to shut off most conventional methods was quite possibly up there on the most frightening if it were able to be a weapon.[/i]

"Currently, I have no clue. From what I can gather, it's an army of sorts. [i]Trayvn[/i] they call themselves. Their law is strict, blindingly so. I've seen people beat close to death for stealing an apple. Luckily we're not thieves, are we?" The Mage let out a small, chuckle, but watched the man's face for a telltale reaction. He couldn't afford losing his gold again. "That said and done, my name is Julius, the Stardust Mage, and commander of the mobile fortress. Though admittedly, the fortress doesn't follow my commands that often."

[i]The Hoarse Man let out a slight smile, while he was not a true thief he did have to take the clothes that were upon his back. It's not like the person would miss it anyways...[/i] "Iberhim, 'Flame of the Desert' from where I hail. A humble Mage like you, besides my specialty." [i]Iberhim was a pyromancer, and a great one at that. Unlike most he was not hot-headed, and he had managed to control the flames to a cutting torch on his fingertip which he demonstrated. Unlike most flames it was purely white with a blue outline, similar to a carbon-subnitride flame which went out within 3 seconds due to his fatigue.[/i] "I'm afraid I will not stay in this Dojoville for long if such a control-freak has the town under it's clutches. I will not be surprised if Mages like us start to get реrsecuted." [i]He said with a sigh as he closed his hand, bringing it under his cloak.[/i] "But a moving fortress you say? How...interesting."