A fascinating new world.

[Kylo Ren]

Picking up the glowing piece of chalk Devon returned it to it's place in his pack, it was still useful after all and the glow would fade in time! At least the leather of his ruck sack should keep the glow unseen from prying eyes, which from what little he has been told of his new mission would be a rather good thing. No need in declaring you position to everyone around with something as silly as a glowing writing utensil!

Collecting the pack he stood and slung it once more around his shoulders, though made no effort to dust himself off as everything here seemed rather pristine and lacking in dirt or dust. Still he did make a show of fidgeting with his gear and making sure all was in order. The young brother nodded at the rush hour comment and added in a piece of his own.

“Right, on we go! Audentes Fortuna Adiuvat!” As the words left his mouth he could see his travelling companion raise her eyebrow at him. “It, uh, it means, quiet literally, Fortune comes to the aid of those daring.”

With that awkward little exchange they headed on towards the gate to the Pale Moors, which thankfully had not been too far from the spot they had stopped to chat in. When they had finally approached it Devon stopped to remove his journal and a pencil from his pack and started to scribble down what he saw, complete with a little sketch of the gate, same as he had done back at the Camelot gate.

This time however he had kept it brief as they had more important things to do, but by the look his compatriot had given him he had taken too much time as is in his chronicling. Closing the book he gave a sheepish grin and shrugged.

“Old habits die hard, as they say.” It was the only thing he could think to say to Kanaya as he closed the book and returned it to his pack. “Well, shall we continue then?”

The logical thing to do here was to wait for an answer, form a plan, but Devon was feeling rather bold at the moment, and plans could be formed on the other side!

Without waiting for an answer the young mage seemed to straighten himself up, take a deep breath, and facing the gate in front of him he marched forward and through it, hoping rather dearly that his companion would not suddenly decide to leave him behind in whatever nightmare he was purposefully blundered into.