It was a bit difficult, trying to rearrange the cacophony of duties in his head into some semblance of a tame list, and Rory found himself taking a direct and simple route to the courtyard instead of actively searching for or messaging Tyr. As luck or fate or... whoever would have it, it was just where Tyr had moved himself to.
"Ah, thank you for saving the trouble of an actual search," Rory said as he approached. "That cuts our task of gathering up Kit in half."
Rory moved toward where he'd draped his clothes to dry, inspecting them for damage that might need tending to when he returned. "Is there anything we're forgetting as far as products is concerned, or is everything ready to go?" He thought of his gun as he spoke, debating whether to wear it or carry it to the conference. It was an object of concern, as he intended to barter with the Base for ammunition and possibly a new weapon is his own were too damaged, but presentation was everything.
Tyr nodded at Rory's arrival, coming to his feet to meet him. "I do believe that everything is in order." He gestured to the ground beside him where the prepared supplies were tidily packed and waiting. The movement sent his staff swinging, collapsed into is smaller form and ready in it's usual place clipped to his belt.
"I believe that I have everything I need. Can you think of anything else we might have missed? Shall we call Kit now?"
Rory watched the weapon shrink with a discerning eye, wanting very much to further inspect the object as he did most weapons, but there were more important things than satisfying his curiosity. "Well done as always, Tyr. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you with the task. Honestly, I need to sharpen my hunting skills. I was actually hoping that was something you could help me with when we get ho- when we return."
That was a slip that left a sour taste in Rory's mouth and he couldn't for the life of himself conjure a solid reason why. Since when had he equated any personal satisfaction in being stuck here? Grounded, buried, imprisoned...
He shook it off, continuing with duty so the mystery wouldn't consume him. "Ah, yes, time to call Kit."
He waved off the apology. "No need to be concerned about it now. Kit and I had an enjoyable time together and had the chance to get to know one another better." Tyr offered a smile and clapped Rory on the shoulder. "I would be happy to go hunting with you upon our return to the library. For now though, did you arrange any particular way to contact Kit, or shall we just use the journals?"
Come to think of it, Kit had a journal too. Rory remembered seeing Kit with it when they'd first met and he'd been wearing the child's form, and there was no reason not to at least try. It was a damn sight better than wandering around aimlessly and wasting time.
"Yes," he said with a slightly confused tone, one that strengthened under Tyr's smile and good nature. "Yes, of course, we'll message him. I'll do it."
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"Ah, thank you for saving the trouble of an actual search," Rory said as he approached. "That cuts our task of gathering up Kit in half."
Rory moved toward where he'd draped his clothes to dry, inspecting them for damage that might need tending to when he returned. "Is there anything we're forgetting as far as products is concerned, or is everything ready to go?" He thought of his gun as he spoke, debating whether to wear it or carry it to the conference. It was an object of concern, as he intended to barter with the Base for ammunition and possibly a new weapon is his own were too damaged, but presentation was everything.
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"I believe that I have everything I need. Can you think of anything else we might have missed? Shall we call Kit now?"
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That was a slip that left a sour taste in Rory's mouth and he couldn't for the life of himself conjure a solid reason why. Since when had he equated any personal satisfaction in being stuck here? Grounded, buried, imprisoned...
He shook it off, continuing with duty so the mystery wouldn't consume him. "Ah, yes, time to call Kit."
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"Yes," he said with a slightly confused tone, one that strengthened under Tyr's smile and good nature. "Yes, of course, we'll message him. I'll do it."
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