A satchel of food was tucked into his pack along with his flute, some rope, and a basic medical kit he'd assembled from the Infirmary - just in case. His rapier and a dagger were at his side for much the same reason, though he hoped they wouldn't need to fight. He'd sewn a hood onto the back of his overtunic - not so much to pull over his head as to give Isuma a place to rest and nest when she got tired of balancing on his shoulder or frolicking at his feet. She was curled there now, dozing beneath the warm curtain of his pale hair as the bard yawned in the early morning light. As welcome as the sunrise was after the terrors of Long Night, he was still not an early riser by choice.
For Amalia, though, he would do so and smile about it as he reached her side. His own lantern was made of metal, the fiery feather within held delicately clamped in place by the base of its shaft. Its light was faded in the sunshine, but soon enough its warm glow would come in handy, he suspected. He chuckled ruefully at the buzzing coming from his friend's bag, then turned to greet the other members of their merry band. He gave Seiji a smile, welcoming and glad to see the gentle young man joining them on the underground adventure they had once discussed. Lily was mostly a stranger to him, but he gave her a polite nod, assuming Amalia had chosen her to accompany them for a good reason.
Warm blue eyes watch Amalia with quiet pride as she took charge of their adventure. He, too, would have liked Rory to be by his side for this, but the ponies and dogs had needed tending to after the stresses of Long Night and he didn't begrudge his friend the time and energy needed to set his home to rights. He would be there still, but one of his loreseekers needed him, and what sort of friend and guildleader would he be if he didn't answer her call? "Ready when you are," he agreed easily, giving her a reassuring smile and falling in at her shoulder as she faced the darkness
For Amalia, though, he would do so and smile about it as he reached her side. His own lantern was made of metal, the fiery feather within held delicately clamped in place by the base of its shaft. Its light was faded in the sunshine, but soon enough its warm glow would come in handy, he suspected. He chuckled ruefully at the buzzing coming from his friend's bag, then turned to greet the other members of their merry band. He gave Seiji a smile, welcoming and glad to see the gentle young man joining them on the underground adventure they had once discussed. Lily was mostly a stranger to him, but he gave her a polite nod, assuming Amalia had chosen her to accompany them for a good reason.
Warm blue eyes watch Amalia with quiet pride as she took charge of their adventure. He, too, would have liked Rory to be by his side for this, but the ponies and dogs had needed tending to after the stresses of Long Night and he didn't begrudge his friend the time and energy needed to set his home to rights. He would be there still, but one of his loreseekers needed him, and what sort of friend and guildleader would he be if he didn't answer her call? "Ready when you are," he agreed easily, giving her a reassuring smile and falling in at her shoulder as she faced the darkness
