"Oh?" Rezo says. "That almost sounds like an optimistic statement, Zelgadis."

He stands up, hoodie as about wrung out as he can make it, and shakes the hoodie out. Starts incanting what Zelgadis will likely recognize as a harmless air shamanistic spell, even before the spell takes effect. A small whirlwind surrounds Rezo; his hair and clothes flutter in the wind, and the fire nearby quivers, the light flickering.

It's very dramatic looking for what is essentially just a blow drying spell. He's been getting a lot of practice with it lately. Red Team's on laundry duty this month.