Xuuvosic approaches front and center, but at a dawdling pace. The yokel with a big jaw covered with stubble, Khammeck walks beside him to the left. The hag, in voluptuous guise drifts slightly in the marching order, but for the most part remains a little to the right of Raoul. [spoiler]Behind her the Psurlon, Shlurshech stalks invisibly. Above the main group, two of the Cloakers, Oggug and the vampiric Oaxool, circle.[/spoiler]
In a voice a couple of octaves above his usual baritone, Xuuvosic speaks loudly, (hopefully) covering the sound of those approaching invisibly, "So, as you can imagine, I had one heck of a time getting those weeds out of my fields. I swear, the darn things grow three times as fast as my actual crops. Oh hey! Hellooo the city! Aren't you guys a sight for sore eyes. While we were on the road, horrible things stalked us from the north. I can't even describe them. But were were sure lucky to make it here ..."
He continues to blather. But at the same time, Xuuvosic's real voice is relayed telepathically to the group, I know we could take the motherfuckers. But if they see through our shit and attack, we gotta fucking fall back. We can sneak in elsewhere if that's the deal. But if we push the shit here, we won't be able to get dick from the city itself. And don't fucking forget that y'all can teep back. Just think back at that slimy violated feeling in your heads.