[color=aba000]~ZYRICK~[/color]

	A smirk would slowly start to creep across his face, a shake of his head and this small smirk would disappear. He turned his head towards Dawn, the small girl. He sized her up out of the corner of his eye, trying to make some kind of judgment on who she is or how she will act. Zyrick judges everyone on first sight, something he has already done with every other spirit user here. He isn't going to treat anybody differently but there is no doubt he already has his own thoughts on everyone here. There are only five of them so even though he judged them for how they are at face value, he understands just as well as anybody that there is always more than the surface, he must wait and see to get a real feel for these people. 

His mind came back from his inner thoughts, remembering to actually listen to what people are saying around him. Zyrick piped up, no need being quiet all the time. "Veterans? Isn't it obvious?..." He paused, cleared his throat a bit. The earthy smell and fresh air tickled his throat. "Some of us may not be the most experienced, but that doesn't mean we don't fit the criteria needed to get this shit done. Maybe Honorfire needs new and imaginative perspectives on this. If I were to guess, I would say it's our potential to be great...that's what led us here. Even you." He looks directly at the small girl, "You obviously have something special about you. We all do. Maybe I'm being a little too preachy but I trust in my superior's decision."

Zyrick looked forward hoping to avoid any stares or weird looks from that little spout of his, especially from the young boy with the beanie. Artemis, was it? He mentioned his old group and realized exactly how Dawn's Spirit could benefit the whole group. It's a small thing but it tells a lot about him. There is something about Artemis that puts Zyrick on edge, maybe it's his eyes. The eyes of an old weathered soul. 

In the brief silence, zyrick broke out again. "My name is Zyrick Fendrel. To answer a previous question, my spirit lets me duplicate anything I understand. I'll show you." Zyrick lazily digs at his deep pockets while trudging on through the badlands. Pulling out the letter that was given to him by the guard at the northern gate. He tore open the top corner of the letter with his teeth and pulled through, ripping off the top of the letter where the seal was. Inside the letter was an updated map of the badlands depicting mountains, valleys, rivers and other landmarks too. Unfolding to poster-sized map, he held in his right hand and concentrated. [i] Ink, Parchment. that's about it I guess.[/i] In the blink of an eye, a perfect replica appeared in his left hand, after which a sigh escaped his lips. Zyrick looked to his new squadmates, "Who needs one?" He chimed cheekily. 

He'd hope this would reopen Dawn's point to have everyone explain their spirit's gifts. It was essential to understand each other if they wanted to work as a cohesive group, he didn't need military training to know that. He passed off the second map to his squadmate and continued walking. Coming up on a dense, forested area.