That man... Drake... really pissed Ryteb off. He assumed that just because they weren't freaks of nature like him, that they were inferior. And not understanding about death? The young mage let out a chuckle at that, one of the tenants of Odin's training was being one with nature. That wasn't the frilly flowers and birds crap, it was about the order of the food chain, and the part death played in the world. For life to continue, death was necessary. If people didn't understand that, then they'd never be able to wield elemental magic.

The fey woman, Cheese, handed out some charms to everyone. Ryteb took it and wrapped it around his wrist. It was a kind gift, but wasted on him. In his heart, the boy knew that at best he had a few weeks left, so it was best not to get attached to anyone. When Mac spoke about blending in, the boy subtly used some magic to transform his robe. Instead of an apprentice's robe, it was now a green blazer with a crest on the back. It was the alchemical symbol for fire with the Arabic version of the number 2 over it. Odin had picked the symbol for him a long time ago, and it only seemed right to use it when going into battle.

Teleporting was something that Ryteb would never get used to. He may have come from a world of highly advanced magic, but teleporting was always kind of sickening. Especially if you've just eaten. Shaking of the sickness, he looked around to see that his group had teleported into some kind of allyway in a city. Another bloody city. This one seemed to have more of a sinister feel to it, but still...

"Right... this Nazi party has more than likely become Retsam's tool." he said to the others, "He always was a bit of a control freak. So, to draw him out we should break his toys."