[color=gray]This forest was a madhouse. Day was night, up was down. All things true and all things false.

Fyair heaved a sigh when the young princess dashed from his side and remained steadfast, it was beyond him to play hide and seek. He rubbed the line of his brow back and forth for a moment. Of course he would choose a lunatic to service faithfully. Making a mental note to track the little miss down later, he focused his attention on the crowd of bizzarro strangers. His lips turned up in a high frown as he listened, simply listened. The warrior had no answers, only more questions. The pirate woman respun old tales of too many generations back. And the masked boy just didn't sit right with him--it was possible the eerie voice throwing trick had played a big part of that decision. Although, NO ONE had real answers. If one person said something, another said something that completely contradicted whatever truth either party believed. The knight peered down between his two lanterns. Did any of the forest dwellers know more than accident stories and rumors? His dark eyes caught the light of the third blue lantern over his shoulder. Dragons were fairytales and magic was mere sleight of hand in his mind, the world were he knew his life lacked any form of the truly supernatural. What did he have to weigh the dangers against? For him, there were only more questions and room full of jesters spouting this and that.

The mountainous man looked up though his stare seemed distant and dull. "Two out of three," he called back to the tribesman then grinned at the tattooed lady, "Those are good odds, yeah? For whoever is right and whoever is wrong." Fyair then lifted the green lantern high above his head and without hesitation threw the thing to the ground with all his impressive might. The only immediate regret being that he hoped the glass would shatter on the first try, so he wouldn't be left standing like an idiot having wasted a moment to show off.[/color]