The walk to the Hall of Guardians was brisk, Feron shifting his gaze nervously as he rounded the corner after a set of stairs.

"Your light is a lure in the dark, make sure your teeth are sharp Guardian..." An eerie voice called from the shadows of the stairs. "You haven't seen darkness, not yet."

Feron nearly fell back from where he stood, obviously caught off guard from the sudden fright. His feet carried him faster as her calls echoed to him in the hall, seriously creeping him out further.

"The city sleeps, Guardian, the hive do not." She would wail after the Hunter before moving a creepy three eyed stare to a ball she held within her hands.

"Who the hell was that?" Feron whispered fiercely to Pax as they stepped past a rather brutal looking being, which Feron immediately turned his gaze away from.

"Eris Morn.. she's a little out there." Pax would respond as he bobbed on toward the end of the hall.

"You can say that again." Feron would mumble, taking in the sight of the room before them. Three figures stood at different points, scrolls books and what looked like data tablets strewn about around them.

"The Exo is who you'll want to speak to, his name is Cayde-6. He will be your Vanguard adviser." Pax would whisper before heading into the room with his Guardian.

Feron approached silently, standing a few feet away in confusion until he was noticed by the Vanguard. There was a moment of hesitancy from the Hunter as he took in the sight of the robotic man before him. "Uh.. hey." He said lamely.

"Oh hey, Hunter." Cayde would reply coolly, turning his full attention to the other now. "You new or something? Ooh man I don't miss those days." A chuckle was released before a sigh. "Well actually it was probably better then being cooped up here all day."

Feron was curious about why he spoke in past tense, but never brought it up as he shrugged his shoulders, warming right up to the sarcastic man. "Yeah, newbie right here. Pax picked me up about a week and a half or so ago. I can't recall, days seem to merge together when you're in the field." Hazel eyes watching as his final sentence seemed to get under the Vanguards metaphorical skin.

"Ooh ouch." Was his response as he laughed lightly. "Huh let's see, do you have a ship or anything at all?" Cayde would straighten his stance, hands on his hips. Obviously proud of himself for.. something.

Feron would shrug and shake his head. "I have this, and what I'm wearing." He motioned to the modified pistol, which obviously perked Cayde's interested, as he leaned forward to inspect it.

"Whoooah! What is that there! Can I see it?" He asked, holding out his hand as if it were more a demand then a question. He hardly had to wait as Feron set it there, and he turned it with ease in his palm. "What a beautiful piece of equipment. You can still see the pre-war in it behind the modifications." The weapon was then handed back to the other.

"Well, at least you have that, I can assist you in some other things like new armor, and perhaps a nifty sniper. You also should find a place to stay. I hear they have apartments available for new Guardians down in the city. If you'd prefer something a bit more, solitary. I'm sure I can outfit you with a ship large enough to accommodate you and your belongings."

Feron pretty much stood there dumbfounded, and silent while Cayde spoke. He wasn't really sure what to say, so he simply shrugged and nodded. "A sniper would be nice, to be honest, and I'd much prefer a ship to live out of. I'm not.. the homey time." He muttered, eyes shifting around as other guardians moved to and from different console like screens in the room.

Cayde lifted a hand to tap his chin slightly before nodding. "I can make that work. First of all, lets go get you a ship. Me and you, gonna make some great accomplishments today." He'd arch his hands above his head with a smirk before waving the new hunter along as he stepped away from the table.

Feron could see the disapproval from the other two figures at the table, but what they had to say was none of his business as he became Cayde's shadow for the day. "Where are we headed?"

"To see a good friend of mine. She'll set you up with something good, that's for sure." Cayde would reply, ducking through the mass of the tower people with ease, as if he'd done it many of times. "Just call her Holliday, she likes that." He'd snicker over his shoulder as they made their way through a series of hallways and down and up some stairs.