<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damien Kast</span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/14/5d/79/145d790d9b83106b32ec222f8b64c8ee.jpg)</div><br/>As they move towards the forest, he looks to his new companions with optimism. Perhaps it will work out after all. They seem competent enough. Finally reaching the treeline he lets out a smile as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Feeling as if he has just returned home. Saying something under his breath, to those able to hear him, it sounds like consonants and vowels much like a mixture of Sylvan and Aklo but much much older. Then lifting his waterskin, he empties it on the ground and says a few words.<br/><br/>Remembering the times he spent with his imaginary friends, he always took the time to thank and ask for blessings from every forest he enters. Many think it odd and eccentric; some even call it crazy. But then again, he is a user of magic and who knows what they are like. Laughing to himself, he raises his empty waterskin to the air and remembers a blessing as the waterskin suddenly expands filling with water. Taking a sip of the cold water he smiles and offers it to the bard and any who wants some.<strong>"Blessings from the Forest everyone"</strong>.<br/><br/><strong>"My skills as with the Lady Brightheart are arcane in nature. But unlike her, my skills with a sword is non-existent. Perhaps I should stay in the middle. I would only be in the way in a sword fight"</strong>Turning his head north. He smiles, "Well that way is North. So I guess we are on the right track." Smiling as the forest seem to come alive for him.