"If all goes well..." She made a tired chuckle "Perhaps in our journey we'll find a way to transport you back to the place that you came from. If you stick with us, I'm sure a few of us can research a way to reverse the process."
"Hey there, want to go blow some stuff up?"
"Eh, I'm not in the mood..." "What? That can't be possible. What's wrong with you?
"Nothing you would understand." "You're probably right." One walked away, leaving Reginald homesick by himself on a park bench.
OoC: @Slenn Feel free. We have some leeway here and there. As long as you don't interfere with the main story (Which Raka is currently defining) it'll be okay. You could also ask to work some bits of your story into the narrative.
"If you do truly intend to help me, then I will gladly travel with you, and aid your in your quest as best I can. I swear upon my honor as a knight of Gondor." Berethor said with great conviction to those around him, making a small bow.
OOC: @Saltyk Mmmkay. I kinda knew that I shouldn't derail the plot (That would be rude and selfish). I'll see what I can introduce should the plot allow it.
EMily makes a small bow while sitting down towards Berethor.
"Maybe blowing some things up would help." Reginald muttered to himself. He pulled some dynamite from his bag and began hapharadly tossing some into the window of nearby buildings. But something was still off, the explosions didn't make him feel any better, despite them being incredibly satisfying. He decided to go back and sit on the bench, but collapsed to the ground before reaching it.
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