Thomas sips his wine politely to cover his own nervous excitement. What a wonderful thing this is: all of them coming together for the purpose of finding out more about themselves, their abilities, potentials, histories... And the sense of belonging the Mole-Man feels. It's almost too much.
On the topic of contracts, he adds: "Like Mhairi, I've also tried to...expand my pool of contracts. To some success. But, hm, what I need to do is focus my efforts, yes. Push myself, and my research, to truly deepen my ties to the Wyrd and strengthen what bonds I've already made."
Sera's nervous tone is recognized and the little Beast understands, offering a kind smile. How often has he felt out of his depth? Well, he would strive to make her comfortable, welcome here. There are things all of them must learn. "The lore, materials, and, hm, histories that might prove valuable to us can be found, yes certainly, both here and there. Often in very, well, unexpected locales. Acquiring it might necessitate...negotiation with, um, various entities. Hobs, other Lost, stranger things..." His beady eyes twinkle. "Indeed, I think you might have much to offer in that area, Sera..." They all have talents to bring to the table.
"Just as Ingrid's...detective skills will serve us, hm, well, I believe," he adds, turning to the Darkling. "All of us, yes, all of us, have much to lend to our mission. Much to gain and much to give."
Turning back to Mhairi now, "Hm-hmmmm," he hums his agreement. "I think a pledge is just the thing. Let the Wyrd bind us tight, I say." Another sip of wine, the purple liquid staining his strange mole's lips.