<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div>Anton, like some of the others, is wary of the dense forest. So different from the seaside by which he grew, it contained hidden dangers unseen and the kinds of creatures that would like nothing better than to rip out their intestines and feed upon their steaming remains--though that might have simply been his imagination. Regardless, he kept a wary eye out with the rest of them, trudging beside the others. One thing that another might notice, were they watching him carefully, was when they crossed a stream or a particular dense length of underbrush, during which he seemed slightly... taller? Or maybe just higher. In truth, it was an almost unconscious reaction that caused him to rise half a foot in the air, just above the obstacle, and allowed him to move freely where others would be burdened or get wet.<br/><br/>Come night he would cast a trio of spells as he had for the last few days. The others knew that they were welcome to join him if they wished, for he summoned from the aether food that sustained bodies, even if it left the senses bored and unchanged. Gruel or a bland broth were often meals that came, but sometimes soggy bread or a slice of unidentifiable meat accompanied it. Still, it was filling, and highly nourishing to bodies that moved all day despite its strange lack of taste. Anton flavored his own with a simple spell, though there was a limit to his magic so he let the others fend for themselves if they preferred to have some actual taste to their food.<br/><br/>He would say nothing even if others chose not to partake of the meals he conjured from thin air. He could understand the distrust in magic, as well as the preference to eat food with a taste for those who lacked the arcane skill to flavor it (or a friend with said skill), or the actual spices with which to flavor their food. Others preferred to eat what they caught--and he didn't really care if they shared the table with him or not. It was all the same to him--as long as they could do their part in supporting the expedition, he didn't care what he did. Still, sometimes the tieflings and the halflings might catch him shooting dubious glances in their direction, but he kept the peace and did not speak unduly towards them. For the most part he spoke little, though he would sometimes shoot meaningful looks to those with whom he had created pacts and given a measure of his power.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">For those who identify the spells, they are Paragon Surge, Create Food and Water, and Prestidigitation, though the last seems to be a 1st-level spell for Anton, rather than 0-level.</div></div>