As a Templar, Alayre fears magic and rightfully so. He's suppose to fear it, to hate it. His entire creed to the Order calls for him to fear the unknowns of magic. However, as a person, Alayre doesn't quite fear magic as much as he respects. Magic exists within all living things and magic itself is Life. That's something he's come to learn over the years.

"Aye, we best make haste." The Commander says as he slips his helmet back on. Escorting this family back to the camp will be harrowing even if the rainfall has receeded. The roads here are wet and murky and there's bound to be something foul lurking in the swamps. This is why Alayre takes the lead.

"We'll have to trudge through the swamps briefly but we can make it."