[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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As mid-morning arrived in the city of Alkuastar, the rising angle of the sun let a single beam of light break through the mostly-closed windows of an otherwise dark tavern room, landing upon a sleeping Rezello.

[color=a2d39c][i]It's time.[/i][/color]

His single uncovered eye opened as he awoke, throwing off the blanket he had been resting under and shifting his body until he was seated on the side of the bed.

[color=1a7b30]"It's time."[/color]

Standing up, he made his way over to the window on the other side of the room and opened it completely, allowing the sunlight to fully illuminate his temporary lodgings. He gathered his things, donning his boots and brigandine before strapping the plate elements of his armor on over them.

[color=a2d39c][i]You're certain about this?[/i][/color]

[color=1a7b30]"Absolutely."[/color]

Making his way downstairs, he stopped at the bar, dropping a few silver coins onto the countertop. [color=1a7b30]"One last meal, and then I'll be closing my tab."[/color] After finishing his food and a final mug of beer, Rezello set out into the city, making his way towards the outskirts to reach Vesemir's camp. As he walked through the streets, he ignored the strange looks he received from some of those he passed. Instead, he let his thoughts turn to the first time he had set foot in Alkuastar, several years ago; it was the first major city he had visited on his ten-year journey, and in some ways it reminded him of Scheel before it had fallen into ruin.

Arriving at the field that the camp was situated in, it seemed he wouldn't be the first. Looking between those currently in the encampment, Vesemir's unusual choice in clothing caught Rezello's attention, and thus he chose to approach him. [color=1a7b30]"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I take it you would be Vesemir,"[/color] he started, giving a quick bow in greeting. [color=1a7b30]"Name's Rezello. I'm here for the journey to Nuria."[/color]