When Nero stepped out of his barracks early the next morning - long before the horizon started to light up - he carried his bags with him. His deployment was expected to take weeks if not months, and each night they would exit Perilith as it would be too dangerous to stay.
He didn't care much for his personal belongings but he seriously needed all the material to practise spell model alteration, so he couldn't leave those cones behind.
There was a soft breeze blowing through the base, and it was oddly warm - not something he was used to. Back in Aetherpeak, even as winter receded and summer came, the nearby snow capped mountains always kept the temperature low. Here in Fordham, far away from the mountains, summer was beginning to take hold, which was not good news.
