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Valadax never was one to stay with groups for long. He tended to work a job, and simply move on. He honestly was planning to do the same with this one. The professor kept prodding and poking at him to try and get him to talk, the mystery scholar in armor is hiding something in a way that he didn’t trust, and the tiefling... was largely inoffensive. Just another coworker. And yet this mission seems to have come with a million and one side-missions. With a tired sigh he unrolled the mat he used as a bed and laid down for the night. If there was one thing he missed from being above ground for twenty years, it was being able to see the stars.
’Hopefully this won’t drag out too long… Though those souls need to be released. Perhaps they’d be able to give me their memories before parting.’ He mused to himself, unclasping his cloak and draping it over himself like a blanket to rest for the night.
A quiet man who's main priority is survival. Comfort is often secondary to him. While he doesn't speak much unless he deigns it necessary, he will prove his intent with actions more than anything. Slow to trust and even slower to give information about himself. He often wears a long black cloak that hides most of his features. But without it, you can see a scarred face with odd purple markings, long black hair that fades to white at the end, his ears are decorated with several piercings, and deep red eyes. On occasion you may spot him with a raven that tends to perch on his arm or shoulder.