Norway - Skiafjell Ski Lodge
"Do you think we'll be fighting other rift divers?" Jules asked. ]"I'll confess and say I don't have a lot of experience fighting. Other people usually cover that for me." He was tempted to continue, but was cut off by the commotion at the other end of the main hall.
There he sat in attention of the projected image, and the person that probably called all the rest of the people to the resort in the first place. He talked in the manner of an explorer of sorts, which made enough sense. They all were explorers, even the ones on vacation, so what better way to talk to a kindred spirit would there be?
Some people were already headed to the rift, or already near it, something that he didn't expect. He was always used to the less illustrious and more privately owned rifts- it would be more of a rift raid than a rift dive with so many people, and his worry of potentially having to fight or directly compete with other divers to the extent of conflict rose well beyond the height of his being, which was not that hard due to such short stature.
Real rifts certainly weren't the same as privately owned ones.
When the race began he was lagging ever so slightly behind, but managed to keep Marxion in sight by moving through the wake of the crowd that he separated, weaving between them somewhat cautiously in comparison. If he were anyone else he would have damned his short legs, but he made it and pulled himself into the snowcat, strapped himself in, and doffed his beanie and unzipped his coat due to the unexpected rush of heat that accompanied the frantic run.
After a moment of cooling down and catching his breath, he introduced himself to everyone else.
"Salut- I'm Jules and I will be your healer today." He paused to exhale a puff of air. "I can also make your attributes and physical qualities better."