Talbot was busy eating his soup when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Pain tingled down his arm, but it was not so much as to make him cry out. This didn’t stop him from wincing a bit, however. The sound of a feminine voice made him glance up, and he saw the red hair of Vellia in the corner of his eye. Grinning at her words, he waved her off. [b]”It’s no problem. I’m supposed to do this kind of stuff for the Shepherds anyway.”[/b] he returned her laugh and smiled at her. He was pretty sure he looked strange, covered in bandages and bald as a monk, but… at least he was still himself, right? Wait… no he wasn’t. He wasn’t himself without his lute, and that thief still had it. As soon as he convinced Ambra to teach her archery… he would be able to play as much as he wanted.

[b]”I suppose we’ll be heading to Ferox next?”[/b] he asked her, his brown eyes flicking up to her face again. [b]”It’ll be quite the difference. Now we’re in extreme heat, next thing ya know we’ll be freezing our asses off. Why can’t we travel to a moderate place, where the wind doesn’t chew your limbs off and the sun doesn’t melt your flesh from your bones?”[/b] he chuckled again. [b]”I rather take the heat than the cold, though. If it’s too cold you’ll lose fingers, maybe a foot. You’ll just faint in the sun.”[/b]

He chewed on a shriveled piece of potato that had been floating around in his soup, setting his chin on his bandaged hand and thinking about what they would do once they got to Ferox. [b]”There’s that border that we have to get past, first. I heard Chrome and his men had the same trouble when they tried to get to Ferox themselves. They were attacked by the guards there, I think. I’m not looking forward to that at all.”[/b]