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 Etzer was hoping that he’d be able to recognize something around the landscape, but everything was too different. He tried to look at the buildings barely standing and some others that were only husks of what they used to be, but the structure was beyond his comprehension. In fact, even looking around at some of the styles flying around, these people were beyond what he was expecting. How long had he been dead, anyway? The only small comfort he picked up was the approach of the small badger that seemed to trudge down the dirt and snow. He couldn’t help the smile it brought to his face, even as he traced its footsteps back to the woman in the earth-tone clothes.

 There was something about her that seemed familiar to him, though he was certain he’d never seen her before. The other figure that now clicked to him was that of Ravness. The great paladin had been a symbol of hope, and a hopeful story for the struggling force back in the days of the rebellion. He remembered even Vakir had some stories about her legend. And if she was pushing them in one direction, Etzer would not be one to object. 

 With a twirl of his spear, he let out a puff of cold air into the sky and watched his breath in the cold, [color=8190a8]“Right, well. I’m Etzer Kirtzao, Wanderer. I’m one mount short right now, but if we want to head down the mountain, I suggest we figure out how to leave this place before whatever did this,”[/color] he gestured to the black scarred buildings around the area, [color=8190a8]“comes back to deal with this force of… whatever the Hell we are.”[/color]

 Etzer was already looking for a distraction as his one hand kept a palm on the white scales around his neck. The sign of other wildlife in the form of this determined badger reassured him that there was a possibility of finding him. Vakir wasn’t here, which meant he might’ve been somewhere else. However, he felt exposed. Unlike everyone else – the lack of the drake’s cold blood felt like he was missing a shield, or walking into a battle alone. His whole body was tense like a bowstring. The Pale Lady was beyond his wheelhouse. Hell, standing again in the world of the living was more than his comprehension of how this stuff works. Then again, his knowledge for this kind of thing had never been the best.

 Not a lot of time to explain the Light and the Darkness in a world of wild nature and constructed war. 

 [color=8190a8]“I’m not the biggest fan of leaving the mountains behind, but I’m not one to argue with some divine entity, nor her champion,”[/color] he sighed, bouncing on his feet in an attempt to relieve some of his tension, [color=8190a8]“so, once everyone’s adjusted we should get going!”[/color]