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With the rest of the front-liners at the head of the column, Zell decided to take up rear-guard duties, walking solo in contented silence as he kept a vigil on the surround.  Two days travel from Hommas to Valhiem.  This meant that today would be nothing but walking.  [i]Boooring![/i] was his thought in assessment. His body could handle it, but his mind was far better suited to being occupied with something interesting.  Like money.  Or beer.  [i]Or how to get money to buy beer.[/i]  Nonetheless he would do it without complaint.  Perhaps Professor Bradford's influence that had led to a turnaround in attitude over the last few months would pay dividends for this new stage in his life.  He had a task to complete.  It may involve uninteresting stretches and require an extra effort of attention and concentration.  Get it done to the best of one's ability.  For the good of the future.

Yes.  The old university lecturer had finally gotten through that thick skull.  And those truths that Zell needed to hear were perhaps more important now than ever before.

Zell's eyes drifted skyward to catch sight of the falcon that had befriended Fenna, gliding high up in soaring circles.  It only occured to him now that that the bird of prey's interest in the ranger might have something to do with The Gift.  What a world this was.  Like a medieval marvel movie or something.  Zell's media knowledge didn't extend far enough that he had anything else to compare it more accurately to, but he felt the fantastical potential of it all, and wondered if sword fighters like himself had ways and means of attaining special abilities too.

[i]So many questions, so few answers[/i] - A running theme since he woke up in the recently-rennovated bathroom of ol' Edric and Lilian.

He took his eyes off the surrounding woodland once more to see up ahead, James and MacKensie chatting.  Then he heard and saw Clive talking to Lillianna.  The sights brought a slight smile to his face.  It was good that the team were building chemistry.  The stronger the bonds, the stronger the will to run through brick walls for eachother.  It'd be hard to establish such a strong connection between strangers so quickly, but they would have to make do with the hand they were dealt.  And everyone was trying.  That was the important part.

[i]Alright, enough mushy stuff asshole,[/i] Zell told himself, his smile growing as he looked away to focus back on his job.  [i]Doesn't suit you one bit.[/i]

After an hour or so, he took his backpack off to retrieve some rations that were easy to eat on the go.  His relatively disciplined regiment of diet and exercise was going to go out of the window in this world, he could feel it already.  Still, skipping breakfast completely would be a crime, so he munched on some bits n pieces as he walked, his hands ever-ready to drop everything and draw his sword, should his senses detect an attack.