Rhyven's announcements of them leaving was almost like music to his ears. A week of burying the dead and cleaning up the mess of golems had left Cedric tired and frustrated. The casualties up on the ten thousands and all for what? What had the war really been about? What it all came down to from the High priest's point of view, was that this war had been about them, the Dream Shapers, and one desperate, twisted ruler's need for more power that would cause such in humane actions as a declaration of war on an entire continent for the sake of six people; but then again, maybe all of humanity was the same. He could not quite reach any conclusions about his thoughts and he warily shook his head in disgust. Perhaps he'd never understand.
Cedric Drew up beside Callistan just as Rhyven received the message and a few moments later once the flash of light diminished Keyole presented himself with a humble bow. It had been so long since Cedric had heard anything of the mage, but his reputation was well known through out the Order of Light and it was a pleasure to meet him and prove once and for all, all the inaccurate tales of the Master mage's features.
There were no rabbit sized teeth or bushy tails or perhaps there was, there was no way to tell from Cedric's vantage point and he was not about to relocate just to see if there was a tail. Clearly, The feet were a bit larger than what the stories told of, but all in all, his features were remarkably similar to that of a rabbit. The cap was an added detail that seemed to make the whole thing more humorous and despite himself, the high priest had to stifle a grin.
"Master Keyole, a pleasure to meet you, I'm Cedric Lancaster" he offered a bow to the mage before returning to his preparations for the journey through the Realm