[b][center]Keuruu, Finland. Day One.[/center][/b]
Lennart hummed absently to himself as he stood as far away from the crowd as possible against one of the wooden walls, fiddling with the engraved flute stuck in his pocket. Keuruu was so much nicer than his home island, the base luxurious in comparison with its electricity. Even after the years he had worked there he was still amazed by how very [i]modern[/i] it all was.

When he had been kept behind after his scouting duties one morning, he hadn't known what to expect. Had his teammates complained about him? Was he to be send back to Lake Saimaa, possibly forever? No -- it had turned out he was being allowed the opportunity of a lifetime, an experience wherein he would venture outside the designated safe zones, not as a scout but as the Mage he was. Of course he had graciously accepted. Why wouldn't he?

The buzz of the crowd he was only just paying attention to for a few seconds died down and he looked up and away from his feet to see a particularly short woman -- shorter than he was! -- standing on a stool. Her voice was rather loud, and he managed to make out the words '[i]Nordic Council Expedition[/i]'... whoa, that sounded important, prestigious even.

Oh. It was his group. [i]Oh.[/i] Striding bashfully over towards the woman, Lennart stood behind her, hands in his pockets to prevent any unwanted handshakes. "Hi!" he said simply with an overabundance of cheer. He let it hang in the air for a moment before realising he ought to continue. "I'm Lennart." He tugged nervously at his handmade scarf, dark pink in colour.