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[Sirus]

Ursa looked at the bread.

: "Find any meat?"

[Powder Miner]

:"Eheh, I think I would like the air. It's nice and open..."

[Peach]

Ursa looked at the bread.

: "Find any meat?"

(Apologies if I got something wrong as I don't know for sure how things worked in these old days.)

"Well, I had, but it wouldn't last without an ice box, so I didn't take it."

[Sirus]

Ursa would have to introduce the concept of "smoking" to the other man later. In the meantime, he took two loaves of bread; one for himself and one for Brann when he woke up.

: "Thanks. You not in Princess' group before. Who you?"

[Peach]

The man nodded. "I guess I owe a few people an introduction, and I see no reason not to start with you. My name is Kale Tanis, and I was locked in the dungeon. I'm not really sure why." Despite his career suggesting otherwise, Kale was being honest... sort of. He guessed someone from a previous encounter reported him, but he didn't do anything worthy of being locked in a royal castle, so that part was a complete mystery.

[Sirus]

Kale Tanis = Blonde Man. It would do until Ursa learned a little more about the other person.

: "Ursa. Was working with Sword Man here to rescue Princess and group. But since Ex-tens locked you up, no reason not to come along."

[scapheap]

:"Certainly, the ride is lovey with the wind in your hair and seeing for miles, I was just more focused on the ground being miles away."

[Haspen]

Oscar hid the bread in his satchel.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Otiros sighed and looked at his old helmet, there were plenty of things bothering his mind yet, hopefully time would help him to forget about them.

"..Not a soldier anymore, just Otiros."

He mumbled before raising his head, standing in a more proud and sure stance, he was going to keep up the promise he did, if changes were going to happen, he would take part on them.

[Powder Miner]

:"To each their own fear I guess, heh!"

[Xanmyral]

Enoch, for the past while, had been muttering to himself under his breath, lost in his own world. The tempo in his soundless words changed in a variety of places, and at a few crescendos his voice even took on slight sound as to be be slightly audible, before dropping back into soundless mutterings only mere moments after.

Slowly moving his head first to the left, then to the right, the diminutive mage finally nodded and fell silent. A slight smile adorned his face, having finished whatever conversation he was having with himself it seemed. Turning to address Diana, having followed the largest group mindlessly during his mutterings and thus now at the stables with the others, Enoch affirmed his participation.

"The road is wide, and fate does not bide. I cannot misguide, no, I'm along for the ride. 'Where you do preside, there I shall stride.'"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Diana recalled their earlier conversation about his curse, and how he had said (in his fashion) that he had to think of the correct rhymes to get across what he wanted to say instead of the curse twisting his words. That must have been what he had been muttering about - he was trying to work it out. It must have been difficult for him.

"Thank you, Enoch."

(Diana's probably wrong, but that's how she's taking his silent ramblings. )

[Peach]

(That's what I would figure.)

Kale looked up at the mage as he rambled to himself. When he finally managed to say something, the thief looked a little concerned.

"Are you ok there? You seem a little... distraught might be the word?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Diana decided to answer for him and spare the man the trouble of figuring out phrasing.

"Enoch suffers under a curse. He can only speak in rhymes."

[Haspen]

Oscar turned his head to look at the Princess.

"One day we should help him get rid of it."