((nice, i see this as an opportunity to develop Dacaltior's story. http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/227 ))
After leaving Demacia forever for his own good and prosperity, Dacaltior Darkflare wandered around Valoran seeking for those who were like him. The cursed ones, those who carry the doom that the dark magic brings with its power. He traveled across many places for warlocks and demonologists just like him.
During his travel, he stepped across a tavern in Kalamanda, with a post on it. Once he finished reading it a thought came to his head: Runes are always useful, and i could use those gems for buying a place to stay... or any other thing i may need later., he entered the tavern, and saw the paranoic man and approached him, introducing himself.
"My name is Dacaltior Darkflare. People tend to call me The Dark Vizier. Former chief of the Demacian Shadow Council, now an outcast warlock that wanders around Valoran. For a payment, my services as a warlock are completely yours. I may not have an army, or have healing capacities, but i can server as your bodyguard in all my dark, but effective ways of combat.", Dacaltior said as he bowed. Since he left all his former life in Demacia, he has been wandering around to build a new reputation: He was not the dark-ish political figure in that city-state, he's now just a warlock. A cursed one.
"Also, may i have a brief explaination of what are we doing? Venturing into the Great Barrier and beyond is not something people do everyday.", he finished as he sat alongside the man, almost ignoring the others' presence.