Though he does not hear the mumblings of Lady Kaede, Travin yells out in uncanny coincidence with her notion, "TRAVIN LOVES THINGS! SHINY SHINY THINGS! YEH YEH! Shavaris! Thea! What dids you gets hmm?"
He throws aside his now split chair and replaces it with the upholstered chair he carries upon his back, resuming his seat at the table, but also half clambering over it to get a good look at others gifts, his face displaying a joyous and eager anticipation of the answers to come.
Rum sits quietly at his table, his hand paws curled around an untouched goblet of ale as he largely ignores the furore going on around him. He could smell the ale wasn't Dragonclaw, and he wasn't in any mood for drinking anyhow. His eyes follow Greko as the lizardfolk leaves, and then he looks up at Gandalf when he is passed the book and the scroll.
"My thanks, Wise One", he says formerly, but quietly. He then starts to open his mouth again, to ask the questions that have been plaguing him, but simply sighs instead.
He had been shocked to find out his friend, and his band's former Auryn bearer, was still alive. He could still see in his mind's eye the moment the old druid was impaled by multiple spears before being hacked in half. And yet he was back. He wanted to be happy about it, but after all that had happened, the betrayals and losses, doubt lingered. The Lord of Darkness was cunning and manipulative, and he would not put it passed him to plant spies in their ranks.
Lelith had been pardoned for her crimes, a judgement which he accepted but which didn't absolve her of scrutiny. Now Greko had come back from the dead, after having last been seen torn apart at their enemies feet, but declined to spend time with them.
Ro was out there somewhere, being subjected to the whims of a possibly even greater threat than the one they now faced.
He looks about at the other heroes of Auryn, some of whom were celebrating rather raucously. There had been victories, it was true. The Gohma Queen and the Red Bull sprang easily to mind, bringing a grin unbidden to his feline face.
Maybe it was ok to enjoy this moment. Maybe he could put his worries aside for one evening. After all, without those in this room, the situation would be far worse. He likely wouldn't even be here to celebrate.
He looks across at Ward, who had brought him back from the brink of death in the recent fight against the Red Bull, and raises his goblet. He inclines his head and takes a sip of the ale, instantly wishing he hadn't...
Ward nods and raises a glass of the same fruity wine he always has back at Rum. He looks at the tables around him, and looking back at the last time they were here. Then remembering the forests, racing through and guiding those behind. He takes another sip of the wine and relaxes for the first time in a while.
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
As Gandalf strides over to Nodjeim the pale white Tiefling frowns and shakes his head preemptively.
"Ah my friend, surely you do not think I could have forgotten about you," Gandalf begins, oblivious or ignoring the Tiefling's subtle message. "Here, let me just reach in and see what I have for you..."
"Please," Nodjeim says, "do not. I appreciate the thought but I am afraid I can accept no gifts..."
Gandalf, always a proper and polite wizard (or so he claims) was put off by this but Nodjeim quickly went on to explain that he could not stay and continue this fight. "I was summoned as I was entering the larger world to prove myself worthy of my blades and the title Blade Dancer. I believe I have done that in assisting with the defeat of the Red Bull. As is custom I must now return home and defend my people. I am sorry, but my priority is them..."
((Nodjeim is exiting stage left but I am not. Meh, I like the concept of Nodjeim but I just never really felt the vibe with him when it come to writing him and such... So I am at the drawing board trying to concoct a more interesting and compelling (at least to me) character...))
Shavaris smiles and almost giggles at Gandolf's getup. She can't help herself, it seems so unlike him. And with the mostly jovial atmosphere of the room, she finds herself slowly relaxing. It was hard, she didn't feel like they deserved to be celebrating the way they were. But the gifts to assist? Now that made sense to her, why didn't they pass them out earlier? Maybe the Red Bull could have been dispensed with before laying waste to the town.
She gives a slight bow to Gandolf as he gives her the burlap wrapped gift. She looks at it with a surprise with the red color shining through. She almost puts it away in her pack without opening it, saving that for a time when she is alone and can really spend the time with whatever it might be, but Travin does what he does and she can't help but give in.
Chuckling slightly at his enthusiasm, she carefully unwraps the package and lays her eyes upon the beautifully crafted twin set of blades and bracers. In awe of what she is looking at, she moves them slightly this way and that into the light to watch as they glimmer and drip scarlet red magic. She keeps the blades in their scabbards, but is almost mesmerized by the magic, almost looking like they are dripping blood. She finally looks up to Travin with a hungry glimmer in her eyes and a devilish grin.
Travin's eyes light up, more at the look on Shavaris' face than the item itself.
Though the need to obtain shinies rears it's greedy head in the pit of the junkman's stomach, the fact that his collection of people are getting more powerful is enough to let Travin keep their things. For now.
Travin jumps down from his chair and moves around the room trying to distract himself from his hoarding tendancies, finding Rum on a lonely table looking disgusted at his drink Travin decides to sit down, setting this newly acquired machine of destruction on the table to admire it, "hello! Yous is Rumble yeh yeh? Why is Rumble a cat? Hmmm?"
Rum spies the junk man approaching out of the corner of his eye, and turns to look at the item he was given by Gandalf as he places it on the table. The furniture destroyer!
“Greetings. Yes, I am Rum”, he replies, now looking at the junk man himself.
“Why am I a cat? Why are any of us as we are? The Great Dragon willed that I was born a cat, and the Great Dragon willing I will die a cat”, he answers with a smile that shows off his fangs, in a non aggressive way.
“You seem to carry your home and belongings on your back, do you wish you were born a tortoise?”.
"where else would Travin puts his shinies, Hmm? Travin needs access to all Travin's things at all times yeh yeh!..." As if to punctuate the point Travin pulls out a veritable smörgåsbord of weapons, including; an illuminated sword, a great axe, a scimitar, a rapier, two spears, a maul, a whip, a sledge hammer, a crowbar, a pistol and oddly a grenade.
"see? Does this makes Travin a tortoise? Hmmm?... A dragon mades Rum born into a cat? This is odd, yeh yeh! big talkings cat, starfishmans, big lizard who died and came backs. Does Rum ever wonder if we are all just dreaming? Hmmm? Or perhaps Travin is dreamings and none of this is reals" Travin puts away his collected weapons along with his new chainsaw and waits eagerly for Rums response.
Rum looks at the array of weapons and shrugs. "I tend to travel light, everything I need to defend myself has been gifted to me", he says and holds up a fist wreathed in fire, which turns to cold and then crackles with lightning.
"Carrying all this does not make you a tortoise, no. Although it possibly slows you down like one", he says with a chuckle.
"Are you calling my existence odd, Travin? Need I be offended?", he says curiously, still a smile on his feline face.
"Although, not much of what has happened since the call from the Childlike Empress has been normal, you are right there. Perhaps I am still unconscious back at the Dragon Cave", he says and shrugs.
"Does it matter? We can only deal with the reality that is presented to us. The choices we make still define us. The losses still hurt and victories still give us hope".
Travin regards the flames fist with awe, "Travin can be fast too hmm, Travin is stronger than most yeh yeh"
Pondering Rums unshakable logic, Travin chuckles a bit at Rums rumination on offence, "Rum controls what he finds offensive, but we is surrounded by the odd and the abnormals hmmm?...
And matter? p'rhaps none of it matters hehehe, the reality presented to Rum may be lots different to the reality presented to Travin yeh yeh!" Travin scoots up a little more in his chair and speaks almost conspiratorially, "Travin sees reality for what's it is yeh yeh! a game where Rum makes none of his own choices, and is defined by the machinations of someone else hmmm, Rumble has his own storyteller, puppet master, one above the great dragon. Yeh yeh! How's that for matter?" Travin swipes the goblet of ale from in front of Rum and takes a swig leaning back in his chair with a grin on his face and a haunted look in his eyes.
Rum contemplates what Travin has said for a moment, before taking a deep breath in, releasing it slowly.
"Maybe that is a relief, to know that the decisions we make are not our own. The consequences are not on us. Lelith had no choice but to betray the Twilight Embers, likewise with Slade. That castle was meant to be destroyed and that village burned to the ground. The Lord of Darkness was meant to merge with Ganondorf and send forth an undead army to blight the land", he ponders.
"But to think Greko's sacrifice was not his own, was not born from his wish to protect the rest of us. That I faced the Red Bull not out of free will, or with the aid of the Great Dragon, but because I could do nothing else. If the choices we make no longer define us, then what does?", he shakes his head.
Travin chuckles a little not looking away. He seems intent on figuring out what makes the big cat tick, "Travin does not think, Travin knows... Though Rum misunderstands hmmm? The absence of free will does not denote fate or destiny, no. No, nothing is meant to happen, nor are we absolveds of consequence. Rum is merely the plaything of some other being, giving Rumble the illusion of will yeh yeh. Though, Travin wonders what Rum would do with real free will hmm?"
Travin leaves the last question as more of a rhetorical as he places both his hands on the table and leans over it, the table groaning slightly as the creature leers at Rum with a chaotic smile, "the season is of givings yeh? Let Travin give Rum something special, hmm? Look into Travin's eyeses."
Rum looks skeptically at Travin, for multiple reasons. To suggest he is a mere plaything for starters, and then giving him the crazy eyes.
"Given free will, I would politely decline the offer to look into your eyes and to not receive something special", he says, avoiding the junk man's gaze.
"They really should have provided better ale you know, not sure how you can drink that. Now if I had a barrel of Dragonclaw, that would be different", he says by means of changing the subject.
Travin looks down with a little dissapoibrment and mutters out "Travin has never hads Dragonclaw, yeh yeh, so nothing to compares this to hmmm? There wasn't much to drinks in the junk fields and so most didn't, for yearses and yearses... Or maybe that memory was also implanteds, hmmmmm, can't trust the eyes or the ears so why trust the taste buds!" Travin cackles at himself even if nothing said was particularly funny or even made much sense to anyone else.
Jek leans back in his chair and looks over to Travin and Rum. "Travin, are you spouting that non-sense again. Your 'Storytellers'. Come on, now. People call her different names, Great Dragon, goddesses, Storytellers, but it is all the Bright Lady. It is she who illuminates the paths before us, but it is our choice to follow it or not. Bask in her light and let her guide you!" With that, Jek uses Thaumaturgy to make the candles and torches around them candles around them get brighter.
"Friend Jek", Rum says looking across at his friend. "Conversations with you regarding religion require an abundance of both good ale and time. I am not sure we have either here".
"Unless you are keeping back the good stuff, Wise One!", he shouts across to Gandalf.
"If only Herbs and Spice and our cart were not lost outside Hyrule. My last barrel was on that cart, and those horses were loyal as they come. I guess the corruption got them all", he says sadly.
Travin holds a hand up shielding his eyes in reaction to the sudden brightness, he casts control flame and the candles surrounding Rum's table dim to their usual glow once more, and Travin throws a scornful look at Jek, "Imagined gods for an imagineds place, hmm? Everything wrought in story is at its heart nonsense! Bright ladies and great dragons includeds yeh yeh!"
Jek laughs "I go to you for good ale, Rum! But we can discuss the Bright Lady and her many facets another time."
He looks over to Travin and says, warmly. "Oh Travin. You have gone through so much. But don't worry, even if you don't believe in her, she believes in you! If it is true, and there are these Storytellers who aren't facets of the Bright Lady, then they most likely worship her as well. You are a good person, a good.... hang on, I know this one. Not child, not elderly.... Adult! You are a good adult! A little destructive, but good. Speaking of." Jek will go to the chair pieces that Travin cut in half. He will pick them up and hold them together. Then, over the next minute, a shadow peels off check and goes over the cut in the chair. A bright light emanates from the cut as the shadow passes over it. Mending
Once complete, Jek will place the chair back down. "There you go Travin, by the Grace of the Bright Lady, I have repaired your chair!" Jek will do a little bow.
"Travin, I am curious", Rum says leaning back over the table towards the junk man.
"You believe all of this to be nonsense, so why are you here? Jek and I believe in the cause. Well I do, I assume that is why Jek is here too. But what of you?".
Travin nods at the good job Jek did with the halls chair and makes mental note to destroy it again later maybe to even treat himself and destroy several of them.
Turning back to Rumble Travin has a look of actual thought cross his face for maybe a whole second before smiling at the big cat once more, "well it's all very exciting isn't it!? Hmm? Would Rum not sticks around for the bestest puppet show ever seen yeh yeh! Battles of good versus evils, magic powers and many many shinies. Hmmm plus Travin's imaginary friendses are here" he gestures over to the various members of the dawn guard that are dotted around the room along with others Travin has had the opportunity to befriend. "When travin goes home agains the story will be over yeh? So there's no rush hmm?...
Though he does not hear the mumblings of Lady Kaede, Travin yells out in uncanny coincidence with her notion, "TRAVIN LOVES THINGS! SHINY SHINY THINGS! YEH YEH! Shavaris! Thea! What dids you gets hmm?"
He throws aside his now split chair and replaces it with the upholstered chair he carries upon his back, resuming his seat at the table, but also half clambering over it to get a good look at others gifts, his face displaying a joyous and eager anticipation of the answers to come.
Rum sits quietly at his table, his hand paws curled around an untouched goblet of ale as he largely ignores the furore going on around him. He could smell the ale wasn't Dragonclaw, and he wasn't in any mood for drinking anyhow. His eyes follow Greko as the lizardfolk leaves, and then he looks up at Gandalf when he is passed the book and the scroll.
"My thanks, Wise One", he says formerly, but quietly. He then starts to open his mouth again, to ask the questions that have been plaguing him, but simply sighs instead.
He had been shocked to find out his friend, and his band's former Auryn bearer, was still alive. He could still see in his mind's eye the moment the old druid was impaled by multiple spears before being hacked in half. And yet he was back. He wanted to be happy about it, but after all that had happened, the betrayals and losses, doubt lingered. The Lord of Darkness was cunning and manipulative, and he would not put it passed him to plant spies in their ranks.
Lelith had been pardoned for her crimes, a judgement which he accepted but which didn't absolve her of scrutiny. Now Greko had come back from the dead, after having last been seen torn apart at their enemies feet, but declined to spend time with them.
Ro was out there somewhere, being subjected to the whims of a possibly even greater threat than the one they now faced.
He looks about at the other heroes of Auryn, some of whom were celebrating rather raucously. There had been victories, it was true. The Gohma Queen and the Red Bull sprang easily to mind, bringing a grin unbidden to his feline face.
Maybe it was ok to enjoy this moment. Maybe he could put his worries aside for one evening. After all, without those in this room, the situation would be far worse. He likely wouldn't even be here to celebrate.
He looks across at Ward, who had brought him back from the brink of death in the recent fight against the Red Bull, and raises his goblet. He inclines his head and takes a sip of the ale, instantly wishing he hadn't...
Ward nods and raises a glass of the same fruity wine he always has back at Rum. He looks at the tables around him, and looking back at the last time they were here. Then remembering the forests, racing through and guiding those behind. He takes another sip of the wine and relaxes for the first time in a while.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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As Gandalf strides over to Nodjeim the pale white Tiefling frowns and shakes his head preemptively.
"Ah my friend, surely you do not think I could have forgotten about you," Gandalf begins, oblivious or ignoring the Tiefling's subtle message. "Here, let me just reach in and see what I have for you..."
"Please," Nodjeim says, "do not. I appreciate the thought but I am afraid I can accept no gifts..."
Gandalf, always a proper and polite wizard (or so he claims) was put off by this but Nodjeim quickly went on to explain that he could not stay and continue this fight. "I was summoned as I was entering the larger world to prove myself worthy of my blades and the title Blade Dancer. I believe I have done that in assisting with the defeat of the Red Bull. As is custom I must now return home and defend my people. I am sorry, but my priority is them..."
((Nodjeim is exiting stage left but I am not. Meh, I like the concept of Nodjeim but I just never really felt the vibe with him when it come to writing him and such... So I am at the drawing board trying to concoct a more interesting and compelling (at least to me) character...))
Shavaris smiles and almost giggles at Gandolf's getup. She can't help herself, it seems so unlike him. And with the mostly jovial atmosphere of the room, she finds herself slowly relaxing. It was hard, she didn't feel like they deserved to be celebrating the way they were. But the gifts to assist? Now that made sense to her, why didn't they pass them out earlier? Maybe the Red Bull could have been dispensed with before laying waste to the town.
She gives a slight bow to Gandolf as he gives her the burlap wrapped gift. She looks at it with a surprise with the red color shining through. She almost puts it away in her pack without opening it, saving that for a time when she is alone and can really spend the time with whatever it might be, but Travin does what he does and she can't help but give in.
Chuckling slightly at his enthusiasm, she carefully unwraps the package and lays her eyes upon the beautifully crafted twin set of blades and bracers. In awe of what she is looking at, she moves them slightly this way and that into the light to watch as they glimmer and drip scarlet red magic. She keeps the blades in their scabbards, but is almost mesmerized by the magic, almost looking like they are dripping blood. She finally looks up to Travin with a hungry glimmer in her eyes and a devilish grin.
Travin's eyes light up, more at the look on Shavaris' face than the item itself.
Though the need to obtain shinies rears it's greedy head in the pit of the junkman's stomach, the fact that his collection of people are getting more powerful is enough to let Travin keep their things. For now.
Travin jumps down from his chair and moves around the room trying to distract himself from his hoarding tendancies, finding Rum on a lonely table looking disgusted at his drink Travin decides to sit down, setting this newly acquired machine of destruction on the table to admire it, "hello! Yous is Rumble yeh yeh? Why is Rumble a cat? Hmmm?"
Rum spies the junk man approaching out of the corner of his eye, and turns to look at the item he was given by Gandalf as he places it on the table. The furniture destroyer!
“Greetings. Yes, I am Rum”, he replies, now looking at the junk man himself.
“Why am I a cat? Why are any of us as we are? The Great Dragon willed that I was born a cat, and the Great Dragon willing I will die a cat”, he answers with a smile that shows off his fangs, in a non aggressive way.
“You seem to carry your home and belongings on your back, do you wish you were born a tortoise?”.
"where else would Travin puts his shinies, Hmm? Travin needs access to all Travin's things at all times yeh yeh!..." As if to punctuate the point Travin pulls out a veritable smörgåsbord of weapons, including; an illuminated sword, a great axe, a scimitar, a rapier, two spears, a maul, a whip, a sledge hammer, a crowbar, a pistol and oddly a grenade.
"see? Does this makes Travin a tortoise? Hmmm?... A dragon mades Rum born into a cat? This is odd, yeh yeh! big talkings cat, starfishmans, big lizard who died and came backs. Does Rum ever wonder if we are all just dreaming? Hmmm? Or perhaps Travin is dreamings and none of this is reals" Travin puts away his collected weapons along with his new chainsaw and waits eagerly for Rums response.
Rum looks at the array of weapons and shrugs. "I tend to travel light, everything I need to defend myself has been gifted to me", he says and holds up a fist wreathed in fire, which turns to cold and then crackles with lightning.
"Carrying all this does not make you a tortoise, no. Although it possibly slows you down like one", he says with a chuckle.
"Are you calling my existence odd, Travin? Need I be offended?", he says curiously, still a smile on his feline face.
"Although, not much of what has happened since the call from the Childlike Empress has been normal, you are right there. Perhaps I am still unconscious back at the Dragon Cave", he says and shrugs.
"Does it matter? We can only deal with the reality that is presented to us. The choices we make still define us. The losses still hurt and victories still give us hope".
Travin regards the flames fist with awe, "Travin can be fast too hmm, Travin is stronger than most yeh yeh"
Pondering Rums unshakable logic, Travin chuckles a bit at Rums rumination on offence, "Rum controls what he finds offensive, but we is surrounded by the odd and the abnormals hmmm?...
And matter? p'rhaps none of it matters hehehe, the reality presented to Rum may be lots different to the reality presented to Travin yeh yeh!" Travin scoots up a little more in his chair and speaks almost conspiratorially, "Travin sees reality for what's it is yeh yeh! a game where Rum makes none of his own choices, and is defined by the machinations of someone else hmmm, Rumble has his own storyteller, puppet master, one above the great dragon. Yeh yeh! How's that for matter?" Travin swipes the goblet of ale from in front of Rum and takes a swig leaning back in his chair with a grin on his face and a haunted look in his eyes.
Rum contemplates what Travin has said for a moment, before taking a deep breath in, releasing it slowly.
"Maybe that is a relief, to know that the decisions we make are not our own. The consequences are not on us. Lelith had no choice but to betray the Twilight Embers, likewise with Slade. That castle was meant to be destroyed and that village burned to the ground. The Lord of Darkness was meant to merge with Ganondorf and send forth an undead army to blight the land", he ponders.
"But to think Greko's sacrifice was not his own, was not born from his wish to protect the rest of us. That I faced the Red Bull not out of free will, or with the aid of the Great Dragon, but because I could do nothing else. If the choices we make no longer define us, then what does?", he shakes his head.
"What makes you think this is so, Travin?"
Travin chuckles a little not looking away. He seems intent on figuring out what makes the big cat tick, "Travin does not think, Travin knows... Though Rum misunderstands hmmm? The absence of free will does not denote fate or destiny, no. No, nothing is meant to happen, nor are we absolveds of consequence. Rum is merely the plaything of some other being, giving Rumble the illusion of will yeh yeh. Though, Travin wonders what Rum would do with real free will hmm?"
Travin leaves the last question as more of a rhetorical as he places both his hands on the table and leans over it, the table groaning slightly as the creature leers at Rum with a chaotic smile, "the season is of givings yeh? Let Travin give Rum something special, hmm? Look into Travin's eyeses."
Rum looks skeptically at Travin, for multiple reasons. To suggest he is a mere plaything for starters, and then giving him the crazy eyes.
"Given free will, I would politely decline the offer to look into your eyes and to not receive something special", he says, avoiding the junk man's gaze.
"They really should have provided better ale you know, not sure how you can drink that. Now if I had a barrel of Dragonclaw, that would be different", he says by means of changing the subject.
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Travin looks down with a little dissapoibrment and mutters out "Travin has never hads Dragonclaw, yeh yeh, so nothing to compares this to hmmm? There wasn't much to drinks in the junk fields and so most didn't, for yearses and yearses... Or maybe that memory was also implanteds, hmmmmm, can't trust the eyes or the ears so why trust the taste buds!" Travin cackles at himself even if nothing said was particularly funny or even made much sense to anyone else.
Jek leans back in his chair and looks over to Travin and Rum. "Travin, are you spouting that non-sense again. Your 'Storytellers'. Come on, now. People call her different names, Great Dragon, goddesses, Storytellers, but it is all the Bright Lady. It is she who illuminates the paths before us, but it is our choice to follow it or not. Bask in her light and let her guide you!" With that, Jek uses Thaumaturgy to make the candles and torches around them candles around them get brighter.
"Friend Jek", Rum says looking across at his friend. "Conversations with you regarding religion require an abundance of both good ale and time. I am not sure we have either here".
"Unless you are keeping back the good stuff, Wise One!", he shouts across to Gandalf.
"If only Herbs and Spice and our cart were not lost outside Hyrule. My last barrel was on that cart, and those horses were loyal as they come. I guess the corruption got them all", he says sadly.
Travin holds a hand up shielding his eyes in reaction to the sudden brightness, he casts control flame and the candles surrounding Rum's table dim to their usual glow once more, and Travin throws a scornful look at Jek, "Imagined gods for an imagineds place, hmm? Everything wrought in story is at its heart nonsense! Bright ladies and great dragons includeds yeh yeh!"
Jek laughs "I go to you for good ale, Rum! But we can discuss the Bright Lady and her many facets another time."
He looks over to Travin and says, warmly. "Oh Travin. You have gone through so much. But don't worry, even if you don't believe in her, she believes in you! If it is true, and there are these Storytellers who aren't facets of the Bright Lady, then they most likely worship her as well. You are a good person, a good.... hang on, I know this one. Not child, not elderly.... Adult! You are a good adult! A little destructive, but good. Speaking of." Jek will go to the chair pieces that Travin cut in half. He will pick them up and hold them together. Then, over the next minute, a shadow peels off check and goes over the cut in the chair. A bright light emanates from the cut as the shadow passes over it. Mending
Once complete, Jek will place the chair back down. "There you go Travin, by the Grace of the Bright Lady, I have repaired your chair!" Jek will do a little bow.
"Travin, I am curious", Rum says leaning back over the table towards the junk man.
"You believe all of this to be nonsense, so why are you here? Jek and I believe in the cause. Well I do, I assume that is why Jek is here too. But what of you?".
Travin nods at the good job Jek did with the halls chair and makes mental note to destroy it again later maybe to even treat himself and destroy several of them.
Turning back to Rumble Travin has a look of actual thought cross his face for maybe a whole second before smiling at the big cat once more, "well it's all very exciting isn't it!? Hmm? Would Rum not sticks around for the bestest puppet show ever seen yeh yeh! Battles of good versus evils, magic powers and many many shinies. Hmmm plus Travin's imaginary friendses are here" he gestures over to the various members of the dawn guard that are dotted around the room along with others Travin has had the opportunity to befriend. "When travin goes home agains the story will be over yeh? So there's no rush hmm?...