The two magi are soon joined by Amphora and her two grogs Nicola and Gavrail, the former dressed in his full battle kit and the latter hefting a large pack full of provisions for the journey as well as a tent for his mistress, should she need it; though not as burdened as when he first arrived at the covenant, he still sweats profusely and leans on his thick staff.
For her part the young Tremere is also dressed for the field, wearing her curious leather hauberk cut in imitation of soldiers of antiquity, thus leaving her sandal-clad legs bare below the knees. With an eager smile she elbows Nicola in the ribs, prompting him to speak on her behalf in Vlach-accented Greek.
"My mistress Amphora greets you both, and hopes the day will yield 'good hunting' for us all." He then bows to the other magi with a dramatic flourish, much to the maga's amusement.