Ambrosius - Conquered Cave, West Plain
A hand falls on your shoulder from behind, and a strange thing happens. From the point of contact, it feels as though a cloud, a gas, is filling you from the inside out, cold as ice yet without tangible feeling. Your Atium shadows flicker and vanish, the warmth of burning metal in your stomach freezes.
"None of that. Trickery outside of the matches is forbidden if you want to retain our hospitality."
Jay'el
The other Shaman is part of a group of five. They laugh in reaction to something said, but it seems calculated, lacking a real sense of enjoyment. The Shaman's mantle is a sandy blue color, marking him as being from the Coral Spider, one of the largest walking villages, practically a city in its own right, or at least from one of the hanger on villages that follow it.
Looking around at the group, none of the others appear to be in a Form. In fact, a closer look at the Spheremorphs around the cavern shows that very few are in Form. There is definite tension, but more of an anticipatory kind than an about-to-become-a-brawl kind.
One of the men next to the Shaman notices you and taps the Shaman on the shoulder, then gestures toward you. The Shaman turns to face you and looks you over.
"Well, another Shaman," she says, "I wasn't expecting that, though your mantle is different than any I know. Where do you hail from? And don't be shy, we're just chatting. Getting to know the competition." She winks at you with a grin and turns back to the group.