[Duh. He moves to step further from the marsh, eager to head home now that he's...dripped in place for a bit -- and now that his knife's back to being a knife. He'll slip it back into the little...place above his butt? On his belt? And as he progresses along, he moves to grab...Lance's...hand again...just on principle of it being dark and there being danger lurking about.]
When we all found out about me. I had to train with the Blade of Marmora, that's when it changed.
no (i hope the moths are recurring friends in the future)
[Duh. He moves to step further from the marsh, eager to head home now that he's...dripped in place for a bit -- and now that his knife's back to being a knife. He'll slip it back into the little...place above his butt? On his belt? And as he progresses along, he moves to grab...Lance's...hand again...just on principle of it being dark and there being danger lurking about.]
When we all found out about me. I had to train with the Blade of Marmora, that's when it changed.
[Casually, while trying to tug him along...]