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[ Vol'jin had woken up with aches and pains all over, his mouth full of what he could only assume was the flavor of whatever poor unfortunate thing had crawled into his mouth and died there. He felt like ass. His shoulder hurt more than it had in months, and he was exhausted. So much for having a restful night.

...Or however long it had really been.

So, excuse his disheveled appearance, lace of face paint and disarrayed hair. He's still a bit out of it. Rubbing at the inside corner of one eye with his thumb, he speaks before picking up the steaming mug of whatever that is nearby. It had partially obscured a plate full of very picked clean bones, a few bread crumbs and a couple slices of as-of-yet-uneaten cheese. He sniffed loudly. ]

What'd I miss?

[ --And takes a drink. Forgive his brevity, Caer Scima; he's been through a great deal in the last week. It's wearing on him.

Please tell him he didn't miss the feast, though; he still feels like he could eat the entire banquet by himself. ]

[ Private to the Outsider ]

I got a note from the Fox. He took Alice, did ya know? When'd that happen?

[ Well, it's far too late to do anything about it NOW, but he doesn't know when this came or how long he's been gone. But there's none of the threatened body parts sitting around his room, so he's sitting here with a threat and literally not a single clue what to do with it. ]

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[A pause. He's... he didn't really know there was a difference, but now he's not so sure. He shrugs.]

The kind ya mix yaself?

[The only kind he's ever really know, TBH.]

Decorating things. Like drums and pots. Or walls-- 'ere. [And he gets up, carrying the locket with him, leaving the mug on the table, and heads into the bedroom. His rooms open into the study, since he uses that the most, but along the far wall of the bedroom is the bare, mostly uncolored outline of a mural. There's a few animals that have been filled in. Mammoths and sea monsters, part of a bird.

From outside the frame, he continues.]

Colorful paints, preferably. I can combine colors, if I haveta.

[boutant]

That's gorgeous, [ Ariadne breathes; even unfinished, if he continues in the same way, she can tell it'll be wonderful. ]

I should get you to come paint some of the walls in my manor.

[ziggyzoggy]

This be our history.

[Not all of it, granted. That stretches back over ten thousand years. But this is it in a nutshell.

And he chuckles, turning the locket back around.]

Well, if ya interested, I suppose I could.

[And he'd ride out, which would give Straton a playmate. A grumpy, somewhat sedate and lazy playmate.]

[boutant]

I think more people would pay attention to history if it was always presented that way.

[ Are you kidding, Vol'jin? She is so interested. ]

Definitely. I just left today, but maybe when I come back?

[ziggyzoggy]

I think I could find the time. [Depending on what I get him into with this quest I want to have him go on...]

[boutant]

You'll get your own room and everything. [ the outsider may be asking for his help too ahahaha ]

[ziggyzoggy]

Ya a devil o'temptation, Ariadne.

[that's totally cool, yo. POSSIBLY CLOSER TO YULE, likely. Due to the, y'know Task coming up.]

[boutant]

Thank you. I think.