Laura
*In the smouldering ruins of the burned forest, a armoured figure wanders in. His face is obscured with a sallet helm, and his equipment is at the ready. The strange figure stops at the area that the group is supposed to meet, and his head turns as he surveys the situation.*

"Terrifying." *The figure says this with a voice that indicates the complete opposite: emotionless and stoic, unfeeling like stone. But... Shank means it. It is indeed terrifying. The sea of fire had drowned out all of the nature, leaving behind a disgusting wreck that could charitably be called a ruin of a once beautiful wood. The pyrotestudines are a terrifying beast, for sure.

The figure's race isn't immediately obvious: if you don't notice the eyes from behind the helmet, you might think he's an Oriate. He doesn't carry himself like his true race at all. No, he is nothing like the barbarians most Felinids are: his stature is proud, if diminutive, and he's almost elven in his quiet confidence, bordering on arrogance.*
Dewitt
"Alec Azzam. Must be a nickname."
Laura
*The figure reads the name on his sheet again. "Alec Azzam". What kind of fucking name is that? Sounds like a nutjob. Idrid... Something. He had to leave last minute, apparently. Shame. He actually sounds useful. And he's another Itchsu.*