Rhen walked through the crowd proudly, her hair victorious red and freckles across her face spelling success and excitement. Of course, none of her companions would understand that. It was for the other changelings in the crowd. She knew they were there, and waved all the more broadly to them, instead of the fixedskins. She stepped through the door, and almost immediately began dictating to her book. "While the terrain is overall very similar to a field back home, the sky is clearly not. The clouds are more active here, as if they are living creatures or flocks of birds, while the sky is sunset orange, though the sun seems to be hours from setting.

"At first glances, the trees and vegetation are very similar. The horses have already begun to graze with little hesitation. This implies that livestock would survive here with little difficulty, and so should we." She overheard the half-elf mention setting up camp, and deftly grabbed the quill off the page, so her next few words wouldn't be recorded. Her features sharpened until they reflected his race; ears tapering, face thinner. She stopped the transformation at her face though. Her figure had taken hours to adjust to best compliment the shirt. "You thick-witted knife-ear. Evening's a long way off. Let the experts do what we're supposed to."