Samuel stepped through Eien's portal, amazed at the utility of the Natrelmon he had caught. It seemed as if all the Trainers here were becoming masters in their own right. He was suitably impressed as he exited Toran and entered Orin. Albion zoomed through, keeping close to his ear, and Atrixus fluffed its feathers slightly at the sudden climate change.

It was much colder here in Orin, and much windier. Samuel had never been this far east in his life. The city was flat, and through the buildings he could see huge forests surrounding the city. The way the tall pines swayed, it was obvious that they blocked much of the wind. Despite that, the chill was fairly great within the city. Samuel didn't mind it; he had grown up in Relin wearing simple tunics. Some of the others might feel it more, and he felt Atrixus' body warm on his shoulder as it breathed a small puff of flame.

He listened intently as Eien spoke, giving commands as to splitting into two groups. That was probably wise, as multiple teams would be able to cover more ground. He nodded politely at the man he assumed was Kal and at the tall, pale young woman named as Chyou as they were named. She was eerie-looking, and almost as tall as he was, though she was of a slender build. Her piercing eyes and long nodachi slung across her back gave her an imposing visage. She looked more than capable of handling herself.

"All right," he said as Eien and the other group moved off. "I'm Samuel Talm," he said in way of introduction to the two unknowns. "We best head down sooner rather than later. Is everyone ready?"