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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: First Gate
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His sword, check.

The Mask of Other Things, check.

Wallbiter, and a quiver full of arrows, check.

Mountain scepter, check.

Knife, Food for the road, water, note-taking implements, cord, lighter, multitool... All good.

Exploiting what sleepless time he still had before winter set in, Rohan got everything he considered ever peripherally useful for a trip into another realm overnight, spent the early hours of the morning double-checking everything and having some hedonistic work off caffeine before the day began. He made himself available on the small chance the magpie trio came back, but they never reported anything. The three possibilities to explain that, in his opinion were either they got killed, took his instructions too literally, or just got bored. He almost would have preferred them not coming back if they did so warped by his curse in a way he didn't expect. Or maybe they were just perched in the trees, posted up like sentries until they could spot something. Dealing with beasts was precarious for a man like him.

Regardless, they were birds and they could sort themselves out. Rohan grabbed his things and loaded up, artifacts on his person, and arrived at the First Gate. His staff made gentle thunks against the floor as he walked in with Root on his shoulder, both looking around. It seemed Franklin wasn't here, yet. Maybe he pulled an all-nighter.

[color=298e25]"Just the six of us, I guess."[/color]

He listened patiently to Sariel recapping everything. Trace steps, take notes, stay together. A small part of him wasn't thrilled about going into another warped realm where things were dangerous, but nothing killed him yet. The strange heart they all created was locked away by now, where none of them could tamper with it. Or anyone else, for that matter. Even now, focusing on about it, it wasn't hard to feel his own power in there. In rhythm with the others, and their own magic. It was going to be risky. Precarious, even.

[color=298e25]"If anyone does start wandering off, Root can find them. I've got my bow, so I can shoot something that's trying to hurt us, or break down some magic barriers. Stay near me if there's anything mind-altering, or poisonous, my staff cleanses that kind of thing."[/color]

He brought his mask too, just in case, but he wondered if it would just be overwhelmed by all the magic in there.

Root croaked.

[color=298e25]"We're set."[/color]