[Perhaps one of the most difficult things Arno has come to face in his sudden arrival here is how quickly things change. He's no stranger to change itself- his entire life is focused on changing what he can to fix all the problems of his past. But the changes of revolution differ vastly from the changes found in a world full of magic, and the Frenchman struggles, at times, to comprehend everything.
The sudden arrival of winter does nothing to comfort him, only make him wary as time progresses. Being at the Ninth Spire, he can only do so much to keep the residents and refugees warm, and the longer they suffer, the more impatient he gets. So he dons warmer clothes, takes some supplies with him and rides out into the wilderness by the sea, looking for answers.
He comes across the Outsider as he lights another seaside bonfire, unaware of the mermaids or selkies who will be coming shortly to try and hog all the warmth. He's journeyed by a few, but only after the embers have long since burned out, diminished by the cold water and weather aound him. Arno leaves some space between them, sliding off his horse, breath forming puffs of steam in the cool air. The blaze of the fire is about all he hears before he speaks.]
Are you the one who leaves these behind for others?
[The answer is clear enough, but Arno was never one to not point out the obvious.]
I SAID I'D TAG YOU SO HERE I AM
The sudden arrival of winter does nothing to comfort him, only make him wary as time progresses. Being at the Ninth Spire, he can only do so much to keep the residents and refugees warm, and the longer they suffer, the more impatient he gets. So he dons warmer clothes, takes some supplies with him and rides out into the wilderness by the sea, looking for answers.
He comes across the Outsider as he lights another seaside bonfire, unaware of the mermaids or selkies who will be coming shortly to try and hog all the warmth. He's journeyed by a few, but only after the embers have long since burned out, diminished by the cold water and weather aound him. Arno leaves some space between them, sliding off his horse, breath forming puffs of steam in the cool air. The blaze of the fire is about all he hears before he speaks.]
Are you the one who leaves these behind for others?
[The answer is clear enough, but Arno was never one to not point out the obvious.]