"Oh, you're from Caldegia?" Ereshk inquired curiously, picking up the remainder of the supplies Barst had left behind. He hurried after the man and his pegasus. Ereshk's long traveling cloak fluttered behind him as he moved. The raven insignia gave off the illusion of flapping wings while the mage was in motion, shifting with every step and with every subtle change in the wind. 

"I'm Ereshk by the way, though I guess you already knew that, huh." The mage chuckled to himself as he tried to match Barst's pace. "Everything here is so different from my apprenticeship. Cooking our own meals, cleaning our own clothes, carrying our own bags, it's all just so foreign."