Alistair watched as Lazaryos shot him the looks, shooting some lighting as a threat. It didn't impress him. When Ember went into the water he waited for a moment. Underneath his robed he buried his satchel with his book into the sand. To anyone without X-Ray vision it would look as if he were just sitting there. After he finished he stood up. He pulled down his hood with both hands, took his scythe in his right hand and started to take his robe off. Revealing his loose black clothing underneath. He set his robe onto a nearby bush, took off his shirt and turned towards Ember in the water. Alistair was a very scrawny person underneath all his clothes. But he had a more distinguishing feature to him, a massive scar the was in the center of his chest. It was round and jagged, like someone had struck him with a powerful spell. Scythe in hand, expressionless face back on, he waded into the water, still a ways from Ember. He just kept walking in, towards her, eventually he went completely under and seemed to just disappear.