Re: (IC) The Wilderness
Anders woke up just after sunrise most mornings. Unlike most wizards, he didn't pull out a hefty tome and pore over pages of carefully-inked magical formulas. Instead, he sat cross-legged on his bedroll with his strange-looking staff across his lap for about an hour. He unrolled straps of leather fixed to the staff and examined them closely, and not always the same straps each day. Occasionally, he would murmur under his breath as well, never loud enough to hear what he was muttering however.
After that was completed and his gear was readied, right before the group was to set off for the day, he would then usually cast a spell, gesturing around himself and uttering an arcane-phrase, "Praesidium!" A swirl of white energy would surround him and then slowly fade away.
He was curious about their surroundings just as much as he was interested in his traveling companions, not peppering them with questions but asking occasional ones. He also this last day remarked, "Despite the potential danger, I have found this to be one of the most beautiful vistas and scenery to travel along."