Ferrin couldn't help but blush a bit as he clattered to the floor, giving the maid quite the fright. "S-sorry, sorry," the former knight quickly apologized while slowly crawling off of his chair to set it back up properly. He glanced toward Eloween, but noticed that she seemed preoccupied with her own meal and making sure her companion was taken care of as well. He let out a small sigh; he had just completely recalled why the name Bogshot was so familiar to him, and he wanted to ask her about it. But, he supposed it could wait.

Eventually, the others seemed to finish up their own respective meals as well. As that happened, the group were directed back toward the original spire. He turned his head and nodded to the others before immediately stepping forward, leading the way to their next destination. While the castle itself was different from Meridell's, it was still a castle, and Ferrin almost felt at home again, for the first time in quite a while. When they arrived, however, Ferrin took note of the Lenny's reaction to them showing up. The Lenny seemed to perk up and recite something that had obviously been practiced before. Heh. Clearly, they believed that all the pomp and circumstance was necessary, but he supposed he wouldn't say anything. The Lenny had done her job well enough, at least. However, there [i]was[/i] something the bird neopian had said that caught him off-guard. The word "puzzles."  Uh oh. But regardless of his own misgivings, and before he could discuss the topic any further, the Bori was already making his way inside....

Well, now he didn't really think he had much of a choice at this point. He certainly didn't want to seem like a coward.

"Well," Ferrin replied a bit more nervously than before. "You could have said that you'd brought the Turmaculus in here and I wouldn't walk away from something like this." Then, without another word, he followed in the Bori's footsteps and made his way inside the room as well.

He quickly examined his surroundings; it seemed like a normal enough little lounge. "Hm.... A bit flashy for my taste, but I guess that's the nobility for you." the Scorchio said to the others before opting to seat himself, not on the seats, but on one of the ottomans instead.