Verin arrives at Essek’s towers, for once dressed in civilian clothes, with a travel satchel across his shoulder. He knocks on the front door, despite knowing the wizards probably already sensed his presence through some magic fuckery of some kind, and calls out. “Widogast, I’m here! You ready to go?”
"Ja, I am. Give me one second to put my boots on!" Caleb called from the other side of the front door. He opened it moments later ans stepped outside. He was dressed casual as well, his coat missing for once and his sleeves rolled up to expose his arms for once. He was still wearing gloves, but not long ones, so his scared arms were on display, which was a bit thing for Caleb as normally he would rather hide them then have them be seen. He had a bag with him, one he never left the house without with.
There were more chnages in his appearance through that were unusual. His hair was short now, reaching the middle of his neck, his side bangs in small braids that reached the back of his head whwre they were tied together, which exposed ears that were too pointy to be human ears. His blue eyes also had a little of a shine to them, his hair had lost some of the grey-ish streaks and he looked a bit younger then the last time Verin had seen him in person. "We can go now." He said, sounding almost casual, as if everything was perfectly normal.