Trent had NO idea how he got invited to this, but put off his grand escape from the WARDENs. Sitting in the back of the beat up vehicle a book in hand on magical theory he swiped out of Galahad's pack snacking on an apple he had swiped from the food stash he got more reading done with the chatter of friends around him than he did in the quiet libraries back at the Citadel. He held said [i]borrowed[/i] book in one hand, apple in his mouth and his free hand making mini icicles dance around his middle finger. When Setzer took over driving, he quickly abandoned the book, threw the apple core past Setzer's head out the window with a grin, and held onto the bottom of his seat for dear life.

He wasn't much of a drinker like the rest, but from being dragged out by Zimmy and Setzer. He learned how to hold down what his body could handle. The first case of booze was gone and Trent cursed at Setzer's driving again. "RIGHT, NOT HARD RIGHT SETZER!!!" Trent scowled as the driver hollered back they were arriving and quietly agreed with Gideon when he teased their star pupil about hitting every pothole in the back road. Taking heavy breaths to get his stomach to stop it's dance inside him he blinked when Gideon thrust his bottle into Trent's hand.

At first, with bottle in hand, he wasn't sure how to take the symbolic gesture from the prince. His eyes watched him as he moved to the front of the vehicle, looked at the bottle and smiled. "I don't need a winter coat, but thank you." He called cheerfully and would never admit it, but he would take the offered flag on their rocky relationship at face value for now. He never knew how to approach Gideon, whether as a royal or as a comrade. Tilting the bottle he took a swig and enjoyed it's taste. He was a sucker for decent booze, which he blamed Galahad as well! With the radio giving it's announcement, Trent couldn't help but shiver as he passed the bottle to Lee with a grin on his face. "Gideon do you know the Imperial Princess?" He asked head tilted to the side and a grin on his face. He wasn't expecting a reply so went back to looking at the others. "Freedom from this Hell Ride!!"

Finally, the car ride from hell was over with and Trent couldn't help the words coming from his mouth, "Setzer, whoever said you could drive, remind me to tell them NEVER AGAIN!" He laughed as he looked at the young man and went to help Daryll take the stuff out of the back and start setting it around for the others to grab. When his unpacking companion mentioned the woods, Trent went a little pale.

"Please no where near there..." his voice trembled slightly as he cast a glance in the woods direction. "It gives me the creeps. I say right in this area." Said area was near the covered wood and Trent walked by it placing his hands on the scorched lumber and stone. Faint traces of old magic lingered, his eyes scanned it. The others knew he did this, he liked their stories and wanted to hear them to their full extent. His fingers traced worn grain and cracks, trademarked smile firmly in place as he used the ruins as a buffer between him and the woods. "Plus, if we go into the woods, someone's going to make a crack at my height and getting lost. It gets old." His eyes went to the three self proclaimed "bros".

Reluctantly letting his hand drop to his side he jumped, putting a little amount of magic into his feet, and landed gracefully atop the cab and sat down, smiling at the group as they mingled. "So Zimmy, now what?" He waved to Theta and Lee. "You ARE the princess of party planning, so now what?" He pulled his long sleeved button up tighter around him, summoned the bottle from someone's hand that Gideon had passed to him and downed the contents. The breeze felt cold but refreshing from the city smell. It reminded him of home.