Who: Dalamar, Constantine, open to Ritchie and Poe Dameron Where: Bedroom 23 When: Now What: Let's talk to a mage about a computer Warnings: None yet...
Following the directions from the others and the description of the room, Dalamar found his way into the aforementioned bedroom. He had realized almost as soon as he realized he was that his magic wasn't quite right here. Unlike back home, Dalamar couldn't feel the comforting buzz of energy around him that was the constant reminder of Nuitari. Interesting. He wondered if any of his magic would work properly, but he would figure that out as this adventure continued.
An expert? The words written on the welcome note were concerning, to say the least. And the strange communication device had taken him a moment to reason out; Dalamar was smart, though, and he had out two and two together fairly quickly.
He stepped into the bedroom, eyes widening for a moment. He knew he looked different than most here, but Dalamar wasn't concerned about this. He wore the suit, itchy though it was, and this mage wished he had his powers so he wouldn't have to wear something like this. He had earned his robes, after all. As he stepped into the room, Dalamar looked around for those who would meet him here. His pointed ears certainly stood out, along with the almond slanted eyes.