[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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With a speech from Vesemir and a quick dismantling of the camp, the expedition had officially begun. Rezello took his place in the caravan, sitting in the second wagon; he watched as civilization gave way to wilderness, the forest engulfing the convoy before long. Though he had spent much of his early life living near the Twilight Forest, he had never dared venture within; the people of Scheel knew all too well the danger that lie across the waters of the Leize. So far, though, the forest almost seemed peaceful.

As if the mere thought of it had jinxed them, the initial calm quickly gave way to storm, and with the passage of time it only grew worse. Rezello pulled the hood of his cloak on over his head, watching the skies; it didn't take long for grey to give way to rain, and rain to thunder. The caravan soon was headed back towards a house they had passed recently; while such weather didn't normally bother Rezello, the intensity of the storm was beyond any that he had experienced in the past. Besides, even in a weaker storm these would have been no conditions for carts and horses, and there was no way he was going to separate from the group this early on.

When they arrived at the house, Gray Flame and Vesemir were the first to the door, checking for occupants before letting himself and the rest of the group inside. Taking a moment to wring out what water he could from his cloak before entering, he gave the living room he found himself in a cursory look-around before making his way over to the empty fireplace; some of the others, including a scarlet-dressed woman who had apparently entered shortly after him, were discussing the lack of wood. Kneeling in front of the opening, he loosely clasped his hands together, concentrating arcane energy in the space between his palms. [color=1a7b30]"Don't worry about the wood. There's no need for it,"[/color] he spoke, opening his hands to release a concentrated, cyan-colored flame that quickly expanded to fill the fireplace.