[Tybalt's looking remarkable relaxed for once. He's made himself a halfway decent seat on a pile of rubble, where he has a good view, and can easily nudge away over-curious sheep. The PCD is propped up next to him, and he's sanding what looks to be a wooden carving of a horse. He holds it up and blows off some sawdust.]Almost done I think. I ( Read more... )

[It's obviously taken Tybalt a few minutes to figure out how the PCD works, and when the video flicks on, he starts back with surprise which is quickly replaced by an expression of suspicious anger. He draws his dagger and points it at the camera]The fool who handed this to me said it could be used to talk to people. So someone talk! What the hell ( Read more... )