[ He doesn't decide to press Firion to finish his words once the children arrive, feeling that the other is conflicted to some degree regarding his being here, as mentioned. For himself it's... strange, to be taken out of his element and placed into a world where he is not needed to fight, to lead others, to ensure that the light overcomes the dark. For the Warrior... it's a sudden loss of purpose and he's not entirely sure just what it is that he is to do here, let alone why he was brought here.
But those thoughts are ones he doesn't allow himself to linger on, not wanting to dampen the mood any especially with the children here with the items they were tasked to collect. So, with his cape still on the grass, the Warrior crouches down then and plucks it off the green, looking it over before his attention falls onto Firion once more. ]
How do you intend to make a tent out of this?
[ Is there even enough of his cape to do such a thing? ]
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But those thoughts are ones he doesn't allow himself to linger on, not wanting to dampen the mood any especially with the children here with the items they were tasked to collect. So, with his cape still on the grass, the Warrior crouches down then and plucks it off the green, looking it over before his attention falls onto Firion once more. ]
How do you intend to make a tent out of this?
[ Is there even enough of his cape to do such a thing? ]