[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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It seemed Rezello wouldn't be the only one entering unfamiliar territory. An exciting prospect, to be sure, but of course entering such lands on official business was always different from traveling as an adventurer. Their group would be representing their employers in the Order, after all, rather than themselves as individuals. Then again, from Carmen's brief outburst it seemed that the rest of the Order had never intended for their mission to take place in the first place. Politics putting on a facade of morality while getting in the way of truly positive action, from the sound of it, but he wouldn't pretend to understand the scope of such things.

He could, however, relate to the feeling of frustration at the inaction of others. While he hadn't been the only one left untouched by the incident in Scheel twelve years ago, to his knowledge he was the only one that had been actively trying to discover its cause. Of the twelve other members of his former conroi, he had crossed paths with four of them since their disbandment of the Sten Corps. They had taken up the life of an adventurer, as he had, though none did so with the same purpose. Thinking of the other surviving knights again, he couldn't help but wonder where they might be now. Perhaps some of them had ended up traveling into Tretagor; the constant wars there would certainly provide plenty of opportunity to a prospective mercenary, had they chosen to go down that path.

Realizing he was starting to become lost in his thoughts again, Rezello dispelled the lingering memories from his consciousness and set his mind towards the present and the future - for example, the meal in front of him that he had yet to finish. He worked away at the meat and soup he had taken, listening in on what seemed to be the tail end of Carnatia's insight into the politics of the situation. Intricacies that were well beyond his understanding - it made him glad that the officials in Westernant hadn't chosen to grant him the same sort of title and standing that they had done for her, for such things would've been wasted upon him.

As Carmen and Mirielle made their comments on the elves, Rezello could feel the spirit within his mask begin to stir.

[color=a2d39c][i]Elves, scheming? Sluggish? Surely not. Humans are just impulsive. Don't know how to form a proper plan of action, or...[/i][/color]

Rezello ignored the voice now rambling within his head and continued eating, concluding his meal with the remainder of his wine.