[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    took in the new room, giving himself some time to recover from the gauntlet that had led them there. Much of the room was just as simultaneously ancient, drab, and strange as the rest of the Labyrinth had been so far, but eventually his gaze fixated not on the chalice Gerlinde had indicated, but on the one apparently filled with molten earth instead.

Tilting his head slightly, Farren bent and gathered a handful of small stones before walking over to the lava-filled basin. Sure enough, even several meters out it started to get [i]exceptionally[/i] hot. Just standing somewhat near made his lips begin to dry out and he knew if he drew any closer that it would start to burn.

Still, curious as he was, Farren tossed a stone or three into the basin from where he stood. However, only what one might expect occurred, with the small stones sinking in and beginning to turn molten as well. Farren shrugged and turned from it, moving to stand beside Gerlinde, seemingly having little to no interest in the magical chalice that could apparently change one’s essential appearance.

Perhaps if he’d had some deformity he might have used it, or indeed if he ever ended up in Torquil’s current situation…but he was comfortable as he was, and to change himself notably would only disrupt the sense of self he was still rebuilding ever since he’d awoken.

While Ophelia and Torquil did as they pleased, Farren for once closed his eyes and just let himself…think.

[i]’We should go to Cainhurst…’[/i] it was a simple thing, not borne of any drastic need or massive advantage, but rather a simple desire to properly investigate the facilities of the workshop that the Cainhurst nobility had given him leave to utilize. Perhaps he could repair some of his damaged weapons himself? That aside…he could disassemble some weapons and see how they worked. Properly. For, as he thought about it, his mind supplied the distinct impression that he’d never been allowed to do anything similar in his past life. Perhaps he’d had to reassemble one or two trick weapons, at best, but they had never been any of the more complex sorts, of that much he was certain.

Letting forth a long sigh, Farren wished that there was proper time for him to experiment more thoroughly with such things, as…in truth he wanted to craft something for himself–though he did not yet know precisely what. Without knowing what was truly possible it was difficult to even truly ponder.

Opening his eyes, Farren glanced to Gerlinde, then towards the pool, speaking while they carried on with the changes they desired. [color=#007FFF][b]“I think…I’d rather like to head for Cainhurst and ascertain what tools exist within their workshop. Though how much time we spend there depends severely upon the state of the Ritual in Yahar’gul. Is there…anywhere else you feel it is prudent we should go?”[/b][/color] His question was primarily aimed at Ophelia, for he considered her his equal in leading the course of their ragtag band, but truthfully he would value Gerlinde’s input as well. Particularly since she had been hunting longer than them by a significant margin. As for Torquil…well, if the man did have any aims, he’d certainly wish to hear of them, though he didn’t say as much.