~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles watched curiously as the short pale boy cast the magic. It wasn't so obviously an illusion, for a second Miles thought the boy had used some sort of transformation magic. Once it dissipated the ruse was obvious. Miles was impressed by it, mostly by the ease of which it was cast, but he refused to acknowledge the magic. This Roland character came off a bit supercilious with that last remark, 'unless the rest of you could actually do something that's not mere tricks'. It didn't sit right with Miles. [i]That was clearly not the extent of this boys power, but to imply the rest cannot do better? Well, that's just insulting.[/i]

Miles was so caught up in his negative thoughts he'd almost missed what Ana, the reason he was in this village, was even saying. His attention snapped back when she explained the scroll. This scroll was more than rumors and history books that perpetuated more rumors, this scroll seemed like a genuine lead. Was she to be trusted however? The excuse of not wanting to open the scroll on a sticky countertop was far from unreasonable, but that did not mean the contents were what she said they were.

He pondered, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword idly. This group was a diverse bunch, most likely the skills they bring will be just as diverse. To Miles, this was the real quest. [i]Do I have confidence that this squad will work together? Hmmm...[/i] he took in the information and looked out the window, the time was flying by. The mug of ale sat comfortably in his stomach, one more would lead to another after that and he didnt want to throw the night away as he'd done in the past. He'd call for water if this group had more information, and if not, he'd find a room for the night and retire.