[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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Rezello watched as Vesemir divided the work of enchanting the party’s equipment between himself and Eblana. While the former discussed with Miwa what item of hers he would be imbuing, the latter had begun work on the two items Akari had settled upon having enhanced. Interestingly, the visual effect the enchantment had upon each item seemed to differ between the owners of each item; while the pocket watch Jazdia had chosen was left untouched aesthetically, Akari’s blades took on some rather odd-looking glyphs. While he had seen numerous arcane runes over the course of his prior adventures, none resembled these; a system native to her homeland, perhaps.

This was followed by Akari expressing her gratitude in a manner that left Eblana flustered and red, having retreated to one of the corners of the room. A far-eastern custom, maybe? Miwa had exited the room to tag along with Verdant and Jazdia, so there were no concerned objections to her behavior to indicate if it wasn’t. If nothing else, the display seemed to bring some amusement to Fia. Turning back to Vesemir, he observed as Vesemir was in the process of enchanting his own weapon; a multitude of small runes had formed along the blade, glowing dimly as they manifested within bands of the scheel-forged steel alloy. Did the magic-conductive nature of the metal interfere with the enchantment somehow? Regardless, after some time the scholar seemed satisfied that the process was complete, though how he could tell was beyond Rezello’s level of arcane knowledge.

[quote][color=#F4E7CA]"All done, Master Rezello."[/color] He said, respectfully holding the blade with both hands and presenting it to the masked knight.[color=#F4E7CA]"May it serve you well!"[/color][/quote]

He took the spadone, looking over the runes on the surface of the blade. It was remarkable that the glyphs fit within the steel’s patterns so neatly... or perhaps the runes had always been there, and he had failed to notice them before? Whatever the case, it seemed he had taken too long inspecting Vesemir’s handiwork before saying anything, as the scholar had already returned to the enchantment table and begun conversing with Fia and Stepan. One of several disadvantages of being perpetually masked: with only an eye exposed, it could sometimes be difficult to display much of a reaction to something without voicing it.

With Stepan’s questions, the tone of the conversation shifted dramatically. Vesemir recounted the events that had driven the elves from their homeland. The occupation that took place after the war, the tension that it brought, and ultimately the resolution of exodus. Rezello knew how it felt to lose one’s home, of course, but the sheer difference in magnitude between his own experience and those of the elves rendered any comparison between them moot. It was clear that the pain of generations long ago still lingered in their descendants; given it was his own kind that had caused that suffering, even as their own form of retribution - “justice”, some would claim - for the war prior, he was thankful that the elves didn’t seem to carry a grudge because of it.

Or, at least, most of them didn’t.