[center][h1][color=palegreen]Ramiel Wyndham[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

The night was well spent, with merriment and alcoholism in equal measure. While Ramiel enjoyed his new company, he was careful not to get too inebriated- the morning after would be hell, and it was a bad look on his part to his rather new company of fellows. He toasted along with Banard and Mavis, and enjoyed the company of the dwarf's entourage for the evening. Drinking late into the evening, Ramiel listened to stories about the dwarves and told some of his own as well. 

In the morning, Ramiel awoke in his tent- still bare as Ramiel had not bothered to do more than move his bags from mule to tent, and hadn't unpacked before visiting the dwarves. As a result, he woke up on the dirt, using his pack for a pillow. He wasn't sure how he got back, but his back definitely felt tense from sleeping on the ground. Still, there was no time to waste, and Ramiel quickly prepared himself for battle. He quickly pulled on his armor, a set of toughened leather and chainmail, with steel bracers and knee guards. He pulled his jacket and scarf around himself and readied his weapons. His shortsword was sheathed at the small of his back, his folded bow hooked to the sheath as well. His arcane pistol sat in a fine leather holster on his belt, and his quiver was slung over his shoulders. 

The announcements and briefings followed soon after, as the camp seemed to pack up in unison and prepared to leave. They were given their assignments and broken up into smaller units, with 50 of them, including his neighbors being pulled off to protect their respective assignments, Their group of 50 were then broken up into even smaller squads of 10, each presumably assigned to protect a officer and mage, in their case a pair of Kogani named A'shtolen and Maria, their officer and mage respectively. 

On the one hand, Ramiel was relieved it wasn't a free-for-all blitz into the City, but on the other hand, he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of being cannon fodder for a pack of officer's he'd never met, and apparently didn't even care to know the names of those following them into the thick of things. He had a few questions himself too, like how long have the Kogani known about these crystals, and how did they know the effects it would have on Gabaras? Furthermore, how did they know the returning civilians would attack them- not to mention the idea of fighting civilians kind of soured the thought. It wasn't the same as fighting monsters or bandits- weren't these people the ones they were trying to rescue?

Ramiel shrugged and brushed the thoughts from his mind as they stood before the city. His biggest concern would probably be staying alive in the urban jungle of Gabaras. He looked down at his gear and gave himself a rueful scowl, while the green and brown helped him remain less conspicuous in the woods he was used to tracking in, they would probably do little more than cause him to stick out in the urban environment of Gabaras.

The dwarf hummed them a battle song, and the officer seemed nervous. Ramiel narrowed his eyes, unconfident leadership often spelled death for the men and women under their command, but he didn't comment. Rather he rolled his shoulders and released a few magical sparks from his fingertips.

[color=palegreen]"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get started."[/color]