@sunnyside @Thrasher J Some things need to be answered. Or maybe they were mentioned somewhere but I forgot, but bleh.
”Tierce is-…?”
Shi’ran for all intents seemed moderately unfazed when the Professor started to pause and struggle with explaining what exactly it was – though, expectedly, predictably and in good need, he did shut up and even back up as the man become overwhelmed by that … black mist stuff? That made him collapse. The dragon Therian looked equal parts confused and concerned – neither were for Sefton’s well-being but more just because he didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know what that stuff was and … he wanted the information.
He backed away from the presentation board and let Sefton’s familiars take control of the situation – they knew best, right? A frown eventually came over him as it seemed like he wasn’t going to get his answer and it frustrated him that he’d been told about this Jet Board, had sworn to help Sefton and then … this had happened. He felt he had wasted his time on the first day of the School’s opening, at least until the two others took over and explained what the Professor had been about to tell him and the other Therian about.
It seemed in the end that since Sefton was now ill, it was up to Shi’ran (and Aria) to decide to go it alone? Truth be told the Therian still wanted that Jet Board and if meeting this guy for this Golem thing would get him to it? But, the School’s President had told him that they couldn’t go alone. Well, nothing would stop him just leaving in the middle of the night, except that he didn’t know where Tierce was exactly – only that it was out in the wastelands.
“… So then. Dog, or the other guy.” Shi’ran spoke up after the explanation of the duty. It was hard to judge whether he was truly interested or not. ”If I were to go ahead with this, where would I need to head to reach Tierce? How far? How long? What does this Leopold guy look like? Would this Voth guy Sefton mentioned still have to go with us?”
He cared not if he insulted Shar or Y’sar in how he identified them but he didn’t really have any other method. He stood in wait, a brow raised in askance of the information. He said nothing on the President’s word aside from the Netherkin that’d been told to go with them for safety reasons. In the end it was his choice to make, right?
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