The ride towards the ruins proved to be foggy and unsure of exactly how he got there thanks to the blurred vision and overall groggyness his accelerated healing left him to be. Even though he just met these people, he couldn't help but feel safe and for the first time in a long time let his guard down. Trusting the others to lead him without fear. Several days past and thankfully Rin healed rather well from his close encounter with death thanks to the Blue Prince's physician and Rin's natural Hist skin. It may not of been a slow and painfull poison or a green fireball in the chest but it was equally mortally wounding. It taught him his limits and sure as hell tested them to the very edge. 

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Rin was slightly aggitated about not being allowed outside until the Prince awoke. It stopped him from his favorite past time and dissallowed him knowledge of where in the lands he was. The smells were familiar but that could easily be the many different scents given off from the soldiers homelands welling up in these fairly dim lit ruins. He spent his first day in a groggy state but despite the Physician telling him not to take off his bandages until a few days later, Rin knew his body well and he was fully healed. He liked the Physician and respected her, so he obeyed despite the constant itchyness of the hempen bandage. Rin never slept in his own "Room" he was not used to it. Sleeping in one spot every night seemed peculiar and a waste or time. Instead he often slept in random areas of the ruins which the princes men did not like. Nobody told him that he could not use the banners as a blanket so he was suprised when they yelled at him. When he didn't sleep he shared herbal remedies with the physician and shared each others recipies for not only salves and potions, but for excellent stews made from horse and bear. 

Other times he visited the Nymphs room as it seemed like a haven and the flowers and plants that sprouted all over proved to have good uses in his salves. Thanks to her garden most of the Prince's men have potent herbal ointments including the other would be prisoners. He was often teased by Aevah about the way Rin spoke but he still does not understand what she means. He thought he spoke rather clearly, they were the ones that muttered and spoke in shortened speech that always confused him. Either way he told her about the vast desert out way past the spine in which he came from. Explaining to her that he was actually a "runt" compared to his otherkin. They often weighed twice his weight and almost nine feet high at times. The diversity in colors and designs in their scales was also a sight to see. The reason he left was because they lacked wanting more, they were happy with their rocks and sand. Over time his kin grew lazy and Rin was always labeled the "Restless one". Always venturing into unknown buried ruins and getting into trouble by sneaking himself into trade caravans that passed through. He was happy he left, he was not at home with his kin and if he had the choice he would do it all over again.

When the Prince finally awoke and addressed them all about his situation, the only thing Rin could think about was the horrible itch from his bandages. It was just too much, he sat atop a marble pedestal using his hind leg to scratch at it like a dog with fleas. Arkwardly sharing glances with Shorus as he managed to drink a weeks supply of the mens water in just one sitting. Wondering if it would make a sloshing sound as he walked after. Rin knew of the Prince's poisons due to his conversations with the Physician but the thing about his brother and this supposed war with elves was new to him. He often opted not to get into politics since the shape of ones ears should not be the reason to start a war, but who was he to judge? He had no ears.... 

Rin sat and pondered as the others spoke their minds. When the room was quiet he spoke while removing his bandage. "Rin is happy to see the Blue Prince's Hist has helped him feel better even if its not for long. Rin can also see why you need all the help you can get." Rin pulled off the itchy hemp wrap only to reveal a thin, off-yellow scar that was hardly noticable oddly shaped the same way as the serpent on Mundhirs banners. "Rin will help you Blue one, but Rin still wants his fishing pole... a good one!" He gave a wide toothy smile towards the prince and back at the half elf who he often teased about taking her bow and using it to fish with. "Rin also wishes to see what these great lakes called oceans look like, he heard many stories but has never seen them. In trade I can show you hidden rivers that are not on any maps. Ones considered too deep for man but shallow for horses. They carve through the forests and mountainss in deep canals and through caves like the blue veins on your chest. They would prove useful for unnoticed movement." Rin pushed himself off the pedestal and stood next to him. "I also promised the physician to look after your Hist, in return she is making me a pot of horsemeat stew!" Rin said excitedly, already tasting the stew on his tongue. Pretenting to lick his lips and suck the marrow from the hoof knuckles.