Jonnovan
This was getting a little too technical for Jonnovan's liking. Magical trails? Planar magic? Colorful robes? These were not things that the young ranger was accustomed to. Gingerly, Jo scratched the back of his head and waited for the cleric and the mage to finish their odd conversation. Not having much knowledge in the way of magic himself, Jonnovan did not feel that he had any business adding his own insight on the situation. He did think that they might be overreacting though. Magic, like training with a sword, was a learned skill set. One did not simply wave one's hand and devour a soul with the first spell. Lights. Cantrips. That one little trick that made it sound like someone was talking from another direction. Jo liked that one.
Finally, the pair concluded their talk and the group was off. Jonnovan was happy, if not a little nervous. Although Valence was his favorite by far, Cazik held a close second for his cordiality. The ranger girl, Freah, must have realized Jo was not all wind and bluster, for he expression had changed from one of apprehension to one of wry interest in a hurry. Terrah was...intriguing, to say the least. The child, cleric, Everen, was another matter entirely. Jonnovan felt that he was good at reading people, but he did not know what to make of Ereven. Was she dim? That could not be the case, because the girl had ascended the ranks of the clergy and received the patronage of a deity for a reason. Simpletons were not normally awarded such a boon.
What truly made Jonnovan uneasy was the group dynamic. While the ranger had spent the last few years travelling in caravans as a guard, or operating in a unit of soldiers to help break sieges, it had been over eight years since he had been a part of a real adventuring group. Though, this hardly counted as an adventure. Still...they had the warriors in Tarrah and Valence., with the latter also filling the role of an offensive spellcaster. Attackers in Cazik and himself. Utility in Freah, and healing in Ereven. It was a broad assumption, but to Jonnovan, they very nearly met the archtypal adventuring party. Although he did not say it, or even think it as they left the building, Jonnovan prayed that this would not end as badly as the last.