[Salone]

Dan lifted his head slowly, sadness and regret apparent in his eyes.

"I'm fine, pinky. I'm ready to go. I think we're all ready to go."

Oh I don't think you are Dan. There's a lot of places you never left.

Dan stared at Syrgei, then crooked a furred eyebrow as he stared over his shoulder towards the...hrm. What would describe that Sylvari? Flamboyant? Fruiffy?

How about 'arrogant little fop looking to get his face gnawed off?'

Dan figured that would about cover it. For the first time he agreed with the little voice in his head.

"So what's with melon nose over there? Are we just on babysitting duty while he strolls around or what?"