Edgar had not flown for many years, though he used to fly often in the 60's and 70's. It had been as pleasant as he'd remembered with a quiet time to read, free food, and someone to pass the time with, with a game. Mael wasn't exactly the best poet or guesser, but Edgar enjoyed it all the same. Making up new riddles on the spot was a pasttime of his, and it always put him in at least an amiable mood compared to his normal, grumpy state of being. 

He had halted at a Wendy's after the plane had landed, getting a 4 for 4 double stack to enjoy. He found himself particularly hungry, and impressively he was able to keep his food bag held in one arm, scarfing down the four food items he'd procured with his other without magical aid. Spells took dexterity after all, and he had it in spades. He strode briskly to the baggage claim to make certain no one left him, not that he wouldn't have been able to find or teleport to them in some form or fashion, given sufficient time to sit down and check his spellbook. 

The wizard was just scarfing down the last of his chicken nuggets when he saw a most curious scene. Clive was running down a man holding what Edgar assumed to be Clive's bag, with Mael and Eleanor already there attempting to aid him in their own way. Edgar had always been a man of action, but that was mostly before he'd turned 150. Now he rather preferred to let his teammates do the overt activities lest he out himself as a mage in the middle of Seattle-Tachoma International Airport baggage claim. 

He decided to finish his fries as he watched what unfolded, before tossing the bag into the trash. The wizard patted himself off in case any crumbs clung to his robes, casually slipping his hand into his large sleeve. One would have to be watching him carefully to see the old man pull his walking staff out of his sleeve, as if it had always been within his grasp. He clicked the ground with it twice and began to walk, making his way over to Clive to see if there was any expertise he could provide. 

[hider]Edgar eats Wendy's, decides not to help until he's finished his food. After he inhales his snack, he begins to approach Clive with his staff readied.[/hider]