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

ALISTAIR The geared eyes hummed as it flickered, widened and narrowed as the lenses zoomed in and out as it observed Ronin While it could not be seen behind the mask, his shaking shoulders did little to disguise his laughter and amusement from his friend and guildmaster. "Thought you could use a friendly hand or two." Spoke a distorted voice from the mask he had worn. Alistair stood from the sled as he lifted his hands and wiggled his fingers to emphasize the point. "As for the mask, it was a gift from my father. When we were taken, before I arrived here, a most peculiar thing happened. I woke in a study with a man who claimed to be my father. I never knew anything of him, but he certainly knew everything about me...knew of Ishmal, my adopted father, of my life in Northwind, everything." Alistair explained, his hands waving about casually to elaborate the story further as he walked over to a tree, taking a hunting knife and shaving off the bark while keeping the humming gear-like eyes aimed at Ronin. "Didn't have time, but he gave me this mask and told me to mind it. Since arriving I've been too scared to try it. Funny how certain moments in life you assume would break you, offer you clarity beyond what you thought possible. I didn't want to be this miserable, self-loathing waste of life after being given another chance to make the most of my life. I embraced the change, embraced the spontaneity that comes with life every day we wake up. So one morning I woke up...thought I'd give it a whirl. It was incredible, and perhaps in part plays toward my...sneaky...nature as you put it. The mask allows me to teleport, phase in and out for within a good 15ft or so, maybe more given my momentum. The pulse of the mask is linked to this here glove, though the charge is only good for three puffs. Still though, it's proven quite useful." He'd glance to the bark and to Ronin as he lifted it into view with a shake. "Tree bark, easily flammable, lasts longer than most tinder. Plus the tree will live and grow another. Helpful tip." The distorted voice called out as it tossed the bark into the sled. "Vanya holding up well enough?"