Serenas simply nods, his frosting breath steady and even. He looks around at the merry band of misfits, confirming that everyone have been introduced to the quest and have been accepted as part of the group.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I do, then, believe it's about time we got around to moving, yes? If we're lucky we can reach our destination before the local dragonslayer guild closes its doors for the night. It would be a proper shame if we set out early only to find we still have to wait a full day at the first stop."</span><br/><br/>Placing his greatsword in its sheath, Serenas merrily begins walking, Valerie's superior rank be damned. Having already brought his belt of pouches, he figured he had all the supplies he needed.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"You guys better come along, too. We can speak just as easily when we walk as when we stand around in an important-looking circle. Besides, we all better get in the habit of doing things as we move, for this little venture can swiftly turn out to take quite some time!"</span>He laughs out loud, his breath frosting and his heavy greaves leaving a trail of rime to mark his footsteps.