It was early morning, and as promised, Gesalt was up and about, it was almost 6 am, he had with him a leather bag filled with some clothes, and to his hip was a nice book holder, where he kept his Grimoire. He was wearing some simple peasant clothes, his pants and coat brown and wore down, clearly showing his modest and simple upbringing. Sene and Maren stood inside in the kitchen, both waiting for Ingvald to show up.
Ingvald soon showed up, and knocked at the door. Sene and Maren walk to the door, and open it, they both have a pretty dejected expression, but they know it's too late to say anything about it, Ingvald takes note of their faces, but says nothing about it, knowing it's best he kept his mouth shut about it.
Gesalt walked to the door, carrying his bag and being ready.
Ingvald spoke: Seems you're good to go, Gesalt.
Gesalt nodded: Y-Yeah...
Gesalt turned to Sene and Maren, the two nodded, and Gesalt walked next to Ingvald.
Ingvald: I promise you two that he will be safe with me, I swear it on my life.
Sene and Maren nodded, Ingvald nodded back, and took Gesalt's hand as he turned away. They both walked outside and closed the door behind them. Not even a minute later, Sene started to cry as Maren tried to comfort her, they both knew that they might not see Gesalt for years, decades even, if at all, and it crushed them.
Meanwhile, Gesalt and Ingvald walked to the stables, Ingvald hired a carriage ride for them.
Ingvald: Okay, so, first, we'll head to Shireva, a nearby town from here. I'll need you to wear a disguise by the way.
Gesalt was a bit confused by this, so he asked.
Gesalt: Disguise? Why?
Ingvald: Because they have very strict laws, especially when you carry with you children, you look nothing like me, so I'll have you dress up a bit, don't worry, we won't stay in Shirava for too long, I only need some items from there for the road, it won't take longer than half a day.
Gesalt nodded, taking in Ingvald's appearence. Ingvald was a tall man with messy white hair, and a clean shaven face, while Gesalt had short dark hair, at the very least, Gesalt needed a wig or something.
They reached the carriage, and boarded.
Ingvald: Don't worry, I know this must be nerve wracking, leaving your home so early is a lot to take in, but trust me, this world is worth exploring it.
Gesalt nodded, appreciating the reassurance, as the carriage driver drove away.
Gesalt asked after a while: So, how will I be disguised?
Ingvald responded: Well, I'll use a Illusion spell to make people see your hair and face to be similar to mine. As long as you don't use magic, nothing wil happen.
Gesalt nodded, he was interested in this magic, but he decided to ask about it after they were done with Shirava.
Gesalt: I see... and uh, so, what will happen after we finish in Shirava?
Ingvald: We'll head for the Senser Headquarters in the City of Aleza, the road there is pretty long, 3 weeks by carriage in-fact.
Gesalt nodded with a surprised expression.
Gesalt: 3 weeks? That's a long time, what do we need to pick up from Shirava for us to stop there first?
Ingvald spoke: We need to get you new clothes, and I need to get provisions for the road, your current clothes are pretty bad, and the provisions I have aren't enough for this trip, at least, not for the both of us.
Gesalt felt a bit offended by the comment about his clothes, but he relented and sighed. He looked around, noting the grass fields that seem to go on forever, random barns and farmhouses appear here and there, as well as some gardens and tilled land, all that he knows is that they are definitely still in the countryside.
Gesalt: You know, I never asked my parents, but what WAS our village called anyway?
Ingvald was taken aback by this, before bursting out laughing.
Ingvald: By the gods... *snicker* neither Maren or Sene thought to tell you about it? How did you reach the age of 7, but never asked about your home?
Gesalt, defensive, responded: W-Well, why would I ask? I never thought I'd go somewhere else... What is the name anyway? Hmph!
Ingvald took some breaths to stop laughing before he responded.
Ingvald: Okay... Okay... phew... ha... ha... The village... ha... The village is called Ceresa. Ha, Gesalt Asardo, magical anomaly doesn't know the name of his village, this is so funny, oh man, the other Sensers will love you.
Gesalt gave him a pout, and looked away as he kept taking in the scenery. Altough, he did have a thought in his mind.
*The other Sensers? Hmm, I wonder how they are, there are 5 of them in total, Ingvald Ragnar is one of them, who are the rest?... Eh I'll find out soon enough, I should try to keep optimistic... Ceresa... huh, I do wonder why I never asked about my village, and why no one bothered to tell me.*
And so, they kept riding in the carriage, slowly making their way to Shirava for supplies, as soon as they were about 10 Kilometers away from it, Ingvald held his hand to Gesalt's face, and a faint glow emanates from it, before Gesalt's hair and face changes a bit, Gesalt now had messy white hair like Ingvald, and even his facial structure looked somewhat similar to him.
Gesalt: So this is illusion magic? Incredible!
Ingvald: Mhm, I'll teach it to you as soon as we reach Aleza and the Headquarters. As for now, just stick close to me as we enter Shirava.
And so, finally, Gesalt's adventure began, now joining the renowned Ingvald, he will travel the world to become stronger, but now, how will he face Shirava? We'll see soon enough.