Terra walks at the front of the group, a constant enthusiasm gracing the features of her small face. She was delighted to see some of the party had begun to open up to each other, and experiment with what they could do. There was such a wide variety of talents among the group, and each seemed suited to its owner in a unique way. They would make a wonderful team if they chose to stick together.
She was careful not to interrupt the delicate social exchange between the new acquaintances, but quickly noticed James removing himself from the group. Quietly, she says to him, “Would you perhaps be interested in learning more about elemental magic? As an imp, fire magic is my specialty.”
With these words, they all round a large bend along the brick path, which brings them to a smooth river stone bridge over a babbling brook. The grass immediately nearest to the water’s edge is filled with hundreds of tiny and colorful flowers in several varieties, and a dozen or so turtles sit in the sandier spots. Terra leads them across, and before them lays a large wooden building. A fuzzy green moss grows out of any nooks the dark planks have formed over the years, but the building still remains strong. She speaks up so that everyone may hear her. “Here is the storage room! Let us all go inside, and you may welcome yourselves to any outfit you so choose. They are spares, so no one should miss them.”
Just outside the door is a boy who looks typically human, save for his tinted crimson complexion and shocking red hair. And, perhaps most noticeably, a single horn protruding from his forehead. He looks beyond pleased to see some new faces, pushing himself off of the door into a standing position. Looking down, he grins pleasantly at the imp. “Oh! Terra, is that you? It’s been a while!” He looks from her to the rest of the group, and upon realizing he recognizes absolutely none of them, asks, “What wonderful wanderers have you brought my way today?”
It seems it is not uncommon for Terra to come to this place, with strangers in tow. She simply responds, “Guests of the Great Mage, Gale. We’re here to raid your stores.”
Gale chuckles at her cavalier use of language, and steps out of the way. “Help yourself, my lady. Any friends of yours are friends of mine.” He raises his hands, and with a brief flash of light, a magical seal on the door is released with a whisper from an unknown source, and they are given entry.