Rezo gets an odd sense in his stomach as he feels himself going down, down, down, until quite suddenly he feels grass tickling his feet and ankles, solid earth beneath him. He stumbles as the beast lets go of him, and he has to grab onto its foot to keep from falling over.

It takes him another minute to catch his breath and his balance. Once he feels somewhat ready, he cautiously lets go and takes a few steps away from the beast.

He's not sure where Monzun is in relation to him, and rather suspects that the answer is irrelevant, but he nevertheless tilts his head upwards to address them.

"Th-thank you." Best to be polite, especially considering his next request.

"I'd like to try casting a few spells. Is there something I can use as a target? Preferably large, that won't cause too much trouble if it's destroyed." He makes a little hem hem noise and adds "And unless standards have changed considerably since I was alive, I shouldn't go near other people until I'm wearing something."

They brought him back from death, so surely Monzun can conjure up a robe or something...