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[myownhonor]

It had been a good long while since Gabranth had headed back to his own world, not really wanting to go back as things were right back to stressful. Stress was obnoxious and, really, he didn't want it today

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[rageofbhaal]

Grint had managed (with the clever use of spells and PINpoints) to sneak into the place and slip through Gabranth's door. He ends all of the wards and other spells on his person before finally disspelling the invisibility, and fades into view.

He's not going to mention that he let the Marauder out after Gabranth left, or that it had ended up attacking several knights and ate their horses. Heck, he's never mentioned that to anyone who didn't know before, and he doesn't plan on starting now.

Though, he is carrying a pack today. He looks around. "Rather sparse in here." And then he looks to Gabranth. "You look like you could use some company, friend."

[myownhonor]

The odd thing about all of that was that he hadn't noticed him entering the room, apparently counting the different little things in the ceiling there. Gabranth was very weird like that.

However, at the voice he looks over a little startled until he realizes who it is. "Ah, Grint. I could, certainly. Just make sure the door is locked there. I don't think they'd like an intruder in here."

The whole damn army of Arcadia would probably freak out.

[rageofbhaal]

Grint would pay to see that.

Still, he smiles and locks the door before wandering over. "Door's locked. And I promise I'll be quiet," he adds, touching his finger to his lips lightly before sitting down and setting down the pack. It clinks quietly as it settles.

"I had wondered about your homeland. Pretty, from what I've seen." And pretty advanced; he has a strong desire to snitch a gun on his way out. Probably won't go through with it, though, as he has reservations about importing strange items from one planet to another.

[myownhonor]

And then he'd have to go after Grint too and that would end badly.

"Good, good. These walls aren't as thick as they look." He stiffles a small laugh, moving to sit up. Really, he still seems more relaxed without all the armor on him.

"It looks it, though the wars and politics are a very bloody business." Bad idea, the guns here really are not stable in the least bit. "What's in the bag?"