Logan's dull snarl of slightly drunken anger muted any reply he was going to give, before the dark mage sat back and scooted around to the other side of the bed, taking the chance to groggily stare down at the blonde mage. With practiced ease he withdrew the Thoron tome, placed it on the bed, and then glared up at Kalar. [b]"Well, if you don't want to kiss the princess to wake him up, I suggest you tell him when he wakes naturally that I know of a better mode of transport for his lady friend and him than a man on a horse."[/b] There was a pause as Logan thought out the next part of his statement, and reluctantly added: [b]"It's [i]many[/i] men. And women. On horses. And a wyvern. A group. Safer than traveling alone. And an added bonus the wyvern rider is welcoming of me studying her mount. There's also another mage, wrapped in bandages. Again, safety, and I'd like to be able to access this man's tomes on the ride. More things to observe, you see."[/b]

As if his rambling explanation had actually made sense, Logan's glare remained focused on Kalar, seeing what the big man's next move would be.