Teo looks up at Rumble, blinking as if contemplating the words. His expression becomes a bit more stern and confident and he nods, gripping the harp a little tighter. He puts an arm over Rumble's shoulders and smiles.

Okay, I guess. But I'm not going to find what I want in Bandle... I've been looking so long, and nothing's come up. Guess it's about time I moved on and looked other places, maybe get back into the bard business.

Teo shivers, unintentionally hugging Rumble a little tighter for warmth and comfort.

...probably. Or maybe I'm just not looking for the right thing? I mean... I don't really need someone to confide in or seek comfort from, do I...?

Hey Rumble, I need...

Wiz looks at Rumble, and blinks.

You... Uhh... Got a new haircut...? Rumble's aura was strangely unfamiliar. Wiz recognised it, but it seems... wierd...

Umm... My claw is just... Umm... You know what, never mind... Wiz then blinks again, feeling awkward. Then he turns around, nodding at Teo, then leaves...

Teo releases Rumble, reluctantly, and hugs himself instead, shivering.

I d-don't need a mate, really... just someone who makes me feel good. I mean, I have friends but... I don't h-have anyone that really understands me... I g-guess.

Anivia watches attentively as the yordles continue their excited conversations, following with some difficulty. "Perhaps nothing important, but I thought I had heard my name. I am here now, should you need anything from me."


She tilts her head sideways as she watches Teo huddle close to Rumble for warmth. "I would have thought that fur would keep you warmer, little one. Forgive me if I'm intruding, but the need for understanding is universal among every social creature I have ever known. I would imagine that the tendency on this world to hide so much of oneself would only increase that desire. There are many that understand you, and laud your bravery for expressing what they cannot bring themselves to. The active search for a mate is rarely so successful as allowing your true self to shine while you do what you love." Anivia blinks and continues following the other yordles with her gaze, her face showing a mixture of predatory instinct and maternal concern.