the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
He can understand the idea of being there and ready and found to be useless, so he sympathizes with some of Mel's edge, but the excitement of retaking Stormbreak beats out anything else. "Hmm, probably, but that's all a bit above my pay grade." He hasn't really been part of the discussion, in part he's sure because he's been avoiding his cousin and the truth of the matter that he would not be returning here, not at first. However, he's not really one that would need to be conferred with or brought in on the inner loop of it all. He's low ranking, young, not strong enough to stand and watch the dragon be felled even. He is... lacking in so many ways. He is constantly reminded of this lately, and though he strives to keep climbing up, it feels like every rung takes too long to grab hold of.
"Well, how about we play before we wait for the food to arrive?" Something to distract him from thoughts of inadequacy. "I've got a timer here," and he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a small hour glass that counts down three minutes worth of time. He's also got a bundle of cards with various things written onto them. "You can jot your own down and add them to the mix," he suggests with a shrug, in case she has her own ideas or worries against cheating.
"Well, how about we play before we wait for the food to arrive?" Something to distract him from thoughts of inadequacy. "I've got a timer here," and he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a small hour glass that counts down three minutes worth of time. He's also got a bundle of cards with various things written onto them. "You can jot your own down and add them to the mix," he suggests with a shrug, in case she has her own ideas or worries against cheating.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
