Rhea'li lets out a huff of laughter. "That's how you know I'm no Ascian plot."

It's hard not to keep his relief from showing, his tail and ears twitching. Many strange things has happened to him, but he never realised until now that the idea of his friends having no memory of him and thus having no desire to associate with him would be such a worrying idea.

Now that awkward (re)introductions have been made, Rhea'li steps further into their provided room so he can set down his belongings. Though he carries no overt weapon on him aside from his skinning knife, the grimoire at his hip makes it quite clear he is some kind of caster. "Do you know if any of the others are here? I have had my encounters with some of the ancients..."