Verin gives Essek a look when he feels the warm rush of magic. He can't blame Essek, but really? He lifts an eyebrow as the magic dissipates. It is then he notices the difference in Essek's clothes. He's seen his brother without his mantle, but this is even more dressed down than usual. Given his own arrival, he wouldn't be too surprised to learn that Essek had to sacrifice some aesthetic for the sake of being dressed at all.
He looks down as clothes appear and he stops holding onto the towel, though he doesn't discard it. Surely it's possible that other people and things here can dispel magic. He wouldn't want to give away the only other scrap of fabric he has before he's secured something more durable.
"My armor," he answers, and more seriously: "my weapons. A few letters."
Verin doesn't know what shape the latter are in, given his trip through the ocean, but they had been on his person and now, quite obviously, were not.
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He looks down as clothes appear and he stops holding onto the towel, though he doesn't discard it. Surely it's possible that other people and things here can dispel magic. He wouldn't want to give away the only other scrap of fabric he has before he's secured something more durable.
"My armor," he answers, and more seriously: "my weapons. A few letters."
Verin doesn't know what shape the latter are in, given his trip through the ocean, but they had been on his person and now, quite obviously, were not.
"Where are we? How did I get here?"