Laying down, arms behind his head, Edward yawned as he gazed up at the stars turning and blazing in their own right. For him time moved differently, not second by second, not even minute by minute, rather more like year to month. Well over three-hundred years old he was still on this planet. Still moving and being active, even if most of his time in this body was spent sleeping in a Burrow under the old battlefields.

“To be front, I ain't leavin yet. Not till she leaves, and from what I can tell none of ya are in any spot to fight someone who is well rested. I will give ya credit, at least ya can bluff, we should play a game of dice.”

Still holding that calm tone of voice, trying to sound the least threatening considering none of them where in any shape to fight let alone handle a Transendant in this state. Still he pressed on.

“You have my word as a Knight of old, I an’t going to fight ya, any of ya. Even if my Master an’t going to be pleased with the idea. So let's kick back and get some food, this old war dog is hungry!”

As he said that last word he sprung up to his feet from laying down, displaying, even in his older age, he was more than flexible thanks to his current form. Walking around for a moment he looked at Vert who at least had the common sense to ask nicely for him to leave.

Leaning in slightly he took a deep sniff of her aroma, a thoroughly chuckle escaped him as he stepped back a few feet then turned around.

“I remember you, been a while H-127. Or as you kept yelling, Vert. Tell me, when was the last time you were emptied of all that stored Humanity in your system? Must of been a while since you escaped. Might explain why you’re always hungry, never seeming to really have enough.”

Walking back over to the fire he said back down now closer with his hands to the flames trying to keep warm. Of course as he got closer to the group they could of felt a rather could aura of frost around him, like he was producing it if but slightly.

“Wish the Warlord was awake, she would know what to say...but no she is still asleep in that Burrow under the Elf’s damned ‘capital city’. At least now I know why they built it there, keep her locked up.” He grumped a little at the end.

Looking around he shrugged, his more laid back attitude starting to show again. “At least we are alive, and that's what counts.”