(I'm going to bring Caleb in like a role play, because it just makes sense to me. My apologies for my long-windedness, you by no means need to match length. We all know how I am.)
A tiny orb of shimmering air grew from the top down, falling like a veil until it touched the floor. It was like the top half of an egg, of a watery substance that absorbed a dazzle of rainbow colors along its surface. Just as quickly, the veil disappeared in the same manner, and a little gerbil stood with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. A fortunate turn of events for him, landing here, where magic was flying around. Caleb liked to use what he called the Runes of Transplacement to explore. Where he ended up, he'd never know, but that was the fun of it, right?
And perhaps little wasn't quite the right term for him. He was small of stature, but rotund of girth. He had a heavy trenchcoat on, buttoned and tied around his stomach - like Silent Bob, if one knew the silent one. Snapping his fingers, a small flame sprung to life between middle and thumb. He had half of the Fire rune tattooed on each fingertip. When placed together to form one rune, friction would cause a fire to spring to life. He'd figured this out himself - discovering the rune of longevity, once lost to Aitarra a long time ago - had allowed him to make his fingers a lighter. On his thumb was that very rune, keeping the flame alive while he lit his cigarette. Then he dropped his hand, the fire fumping out.
His little eyes took in everything around him as he took a drag off the cigarette, filter runes glowing softly along his neck as he inhaled. "So where's this, then?" He spoke as he pulled the smoke down. He didn't exhale the smoke - it was already filtered out.
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