[SEASONAL EVENT] [OPEN] Sticks and (Glow)Stones

ALISTAIR Gears of his mask flickered inward and outward as Alistair studied Ronin and the provisions he seemed to be gathering. Unseen, he lingered for a moment before he quietly took a seat on the sled, crossing his legs as he looked over the provisions for what appeared to be, building a fire. He said nothing, just tilted his head curiously before looking over at Ronin awaiting for him to approach and maybe get a startle at his sudden appearance. The longer Alistair exposed himself to the mask and it's ability to bend time and space, allowing to phase in and out of existence, the more peculiar effects it began to have on his psyche, not that it would be entirely noticeable at the moment.