Gerad was wearing his customary white tunic and pants with the red detailing as he stood near the the massive bookshelves, skimming over the manilla folder he was "assigned". he had already guessed his purpose on this mission, being a white mage meant he was to keep everybody alive to the best of his ability. he absentmindedly rubbed the back of his right hand, where some of the Flan goo had touched it. he had decided not to heal it as a reminder to be more careful in future encounters.