Trafalgor waited until the goddess had finished her initial monologue before responding, making sure to check off things on his mental list as she continued.
"Understood. One moment, please," he replied before turning towards his team projecting his voice firmly. "Protections back up and form up on me!" He made out the group's forms shuffle about for a moment before turning back. "All members of my group, my familiars included, are adept at a defensive galvanic magick of my own creation that discharges a shock to anything attempting to touch the user. The shock has proven to be strong enough to kill termites from Mamlak's plains and has easily handled whatever these things are thus far," he explained, waving a hand towards the edge of the electric barrier to indicate the mostly continuous swarm. "I figured that my katerba, Midori, had thick enough hide to ignore any stings or bites from these insects, but did not wish to test my assumptions in such a dangerous situation. As such, he, as well as my raven, Kuro, are under explicit instructions to keep the technique active at all times." He turned his eyes skyward to where he felt Kuro circling and allowed a thoughtful expression to cross his features. "That being said, the insects seem to be actively avoiding Kuro, even as they regularly attempt to land on Midori." He once again turned his attention back to Shiloh.
"I will also have to direct Midori to not attack the drones you spoke of. He has… issues with Bakulaw flying spiders," he continued with a slight grimace before continuing. "Be that as it may, you may rest assured that we are prepared to weather this trial without fear of being stung or bitten." Trafalgor felt more than heard his group come up behind him and noticed three other people approaching out of the corner of his eye whom he assumed were the goddess' subordinates.
*Midori, if you see any flying eight-legs, you are not allowed to attack them. They are machines here to help,* he quickly sent to his katerba companion.
A grumbling mental response was quick to return. **Grah! Alpha, that is not fair! Flying eight-legs are never good!**
A mental eyeroll was sent back. *Even so, do not attack them. The goddess who made them will be angry with you… as will I. Understood?*
**Grr… yes, Alpha.**
He paused from both conversations and allowed Shiloh to clarify their mission goals and introduce the three automatons, which caught him so unawares that he couldn't help but speak up with amazement clear as day on his face. He fully turned his attention to the trio and allowed his eyes to freely roam their figures. "Truly? They move so smoothly and silently, even with the metallic features, I would never have pegged them for automatons! The bulkiest one, Diomedes… seems like a straightforward combat type, designed to face threats head-on. And this one, Medea I think you said," he turned his focus to Medea, "I would guess is the opposite? A magick-using automaton perhaps? Fascinating…" He stroked his beard and quickly turned his attention to the final figure. "And this one! Even looking closely, I would never be able to tell Galatea is anything other than human! Extraordinary! All three are beyond anything I've seen before…"
He subconsciously reached into his robes and pulled out a small book, allowing his staff to rest against his chest, opened the book to a fresh page without looking at it and pulled a charcoal stick from the spine. Within seconds, he had sketched the rough outlines of all three.
"Mtetezi, you're doing it again," came the chagrined chastisement from Tor, his apprentice in the healing arts, causing the hunters to chuckle.
Trafalgor cleared his throat in embarrassment, cheeks colored slightly, and quickly replaced the book within his robes, taking his staff back in-hand. "Apologies. As Tor has made apparent, I have a habit of going off on a tangent whenever I come across an unknown magick. Please, be known to the volunteers from Gulu. Tor is my apprentice in healing," he said, indicating the sole female of the group, who wore full robes like his own and had her hair in seven tight braids that were pulled into a bun at the back of her head, "and will be the primary healer during this expedition." He turned slightly to his other side and indicated the four male hunters, who's only distinguishing features were their faces and the small single braid at their neck with differing numbers and colors of beads on them indicating their years of service as hunters or guards to the village. Other than that, they all had bald heads, wore the same over-one-shoulder tunic and pants that stopped just below the knee, and were equipped with spear, bow and quivers. All five also wore rucksacks full of relief supplies. "From left to right is Tei, scout and tracker, Kala, trapper, Mikala, sniper, and Haati, messenger and fire mage."
Shiloh recommended that they move out before they lost what remained of the day's light and Trafalgor nodded in agreement. "Very well," he said, turning to his group. "Tei, Kala, you're on trailblazing duty again. If memory serves, there should be a marked trail about half a mile east of here that leads inwards towards the center of the Scar. Tor, you're stuck to me like glue until I say otherwise. Mikala, Haati, you're our rear guard. Protections stay up at all times outside of these shelters. If you start to tire, you will speak up and I will open a Gate back to just outside of the shelters so that you can recover your stamina." His gaze hardened and he took a moment to stare at each of them. "We're here to help, not add to the list of casualties. Whatever happens, do not step off of the marked trail. If something happens that requires we do so, leave the situation to one of the two leaders," he paused to indicate himself and Shiloh, "or Diomedes, Galatea, or Medea, as their leader directs. Understood?"
He received a chorus of "Yes, Mtetezi!" from his group, causing him to turn and point east with his staff. "Very well. Scouts out!" As Tei and Kala quickly made their way forward, Trafalgor turned to Shiloh with a nod. "Shall we?" he asked as he fell into his place for the march.