[Centre][h2][colour=7a33aa]Astloveran Hjoren Kilstaf[/colour][/h2][/centre]
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Astlo trudged along behind the excitable brutish one. Not that he saw the man's brutish appearance a negative thing but it was evident from how he carried himself and his sheer size that he wasn’t one to be stuck behind books like Astlo. In fact, he took the man's nature in a sort of reverence, a dedication to his body more so than the mind was not a negative thing at all but simply a different avenue than that Astlo had found himself on. Beyond that, he had met many people with differing intellects which still managed to teach Astlo a lesson or two on topics he was not by any means an expert. 

Opposed to how Vincent had packed, he donned a robe of deep azure, shimmering like snow beneath the low sun's languid rays. His hood, drawn up, casting shadows over his face save for the strands of hair that framed it. A satchel hung from one shoulder resting on the opposing hip. Although it appeared as though it was by no means packed enough for such a daunting trail, it was in fact this bag that carried an assortment of items both vital and trivial. For this very bag was one Astlo himself had enchanted to be a few times larger than it was on the outside. Tomes on magic and survival nestled alongside novels for leisurely reading. A packed tent, a bedroll with a pillow, cooking implements, cutlery, and two empty waterskins—everything needed for such a trek, concealed within the unassuming bag.

The journey, arduous and relentless, was a harsh trial for one accustomed to the comforts of scholarly life. Astlo's most vigorous recent exertion had been a night of overindulgence in sweets, leading to an ill-fated attempt to retrieve a surfeit of books from a high shelf—a folly he did not wish to repeat. Yet, the enchanted bag, lightening the burden of his possessions, allowed him to maintain pace with Vincent, the latter bearing what seemed twice Astlo's weight.

[color=#7A33AA]"We can keep going for now,"[/color] Astlo suggested, his voice roughened by the frigid air, [color=#7A33AA]"but we should find somewhere to rest soon. There is no urgency that justifies arriving spent and unable to fulfill our duty."[/color]