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[h2][centre]Gatekeeper, Troilus, Edge of Shinto Town

Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Central Keep[/centre][/h2]



Troilus tried his best to listen to Archer’s words. After all, he was a teacher, so they were certainly valuable. But even so, he was a difficult man to understand. Well, all he had to do was patiently listen, and he would figure it out eventually, surely.

Come to think of it, wasn’t he the one who taught [i]that man[/i]? 

For a second, Troilus froze. For a second, he was pulled into that black pit as he remembered-

-The burning pain in his scalp as he was pulled by his hair, dragged from his horse onto the ground, roughly enough to stun him. The hero that had outpaced his own horse, the hero that raised his spear against the screaming child-

It wasn’t good to think about such things.

Well, now that the Baba was done talking with Archer, he could ask his own questions. With a small grin on his face, he began to speak to Gin, tugging at his clothes.

“[color=royalblue]Hey, mister. How did you get your hair like that? Does it take a lot of time? It looks funny.[/color]” The innocent questions and comments of a child, held back during the serious negotiations, came flooding out. “[color=royalblue]And why is your sword wooden? Wouldn’t it be better to have one that’s metal? I could give you mine! Oh, but it was a present from my brother, so I can’t. Sorry![/color]

It was a babbling that didn’t really warrant response, a stream of meandering questions and interjections as they moved through the fortress, Troilus taking very little care, even as the fortress shifted around them. His movements were fluid and playful, uncaring as to the surrounding dangers.

Even just with two more people around, this place was beginning to feel more like home.

[@Froppy] [@Cu Chulainn]