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Being suddenly dragged off BarAmal tried to think of a logical reason to escape, but he realized if he took her back to her troop then maybe they could help keep an eye on the shifter woman and make sure she had anything she might need. After all who would know her better than her troop? “Of course. Though if everyone is busy setting up wouldn’t I just end up in the way?” He like stories but didn’t want to end up delaying the group after dropping Senja off with them. He followed behind the woman obediently being dragged along regardless until he saw the theater. He stopped where he was and marveled at it for a moment. The light bounced off crystals near giving a welcoming charm but leaving just enough shadow to promise a taste of mystery and magic. Who ever had picked this location had clearly done so very well. “This is it?” Asking needlessly he started toward the theater again looking around at others doing work. It seemed they might take a while before the actual opening. Well that is unless they got a lot more assistance. Was that one of the reasons why Senja was out to get more help and she had just gotten a bit distracted by the interesting new people in the area? "It's wonderful. I can see why you would want everyone to see it."

He couldn’t see the image all that well in his mind, but then he wasn’t all that imaginative. “I bet it looks are hard to describe then.” He glanced at the shifter with a small smile glad she was so happy about it. It was nice to feel passionate about something that was such a large part of your life. Hunting was like that for him. He loved it when he made a shot that others would have thought to far or difficult. She was right to be preening a bit as they moved toward the theater. It was amazing in the light and half finished. He might have a hard time walking away from it if he saw it done all the way. “What play are you working on setting up?” It would likely be on about the new peace and the end of the war, but maybe not as the wounds were still rather fresh for most.

He listened nodding wondering just how many he would recognize given his father was a bit of a tale spinner himself. “Well I’m sure as long as you’re not brow beating the obans there are a few who might enjoy it. After all the war does tend to make them look bad enough as it is.” He rubbed his head where he had been beaten by one of the guard trying to help the other hybrid girl. Still after all his aventures lately he wondered if had he been raised to just take orders in oba if he wouldn’t be much different from the gaurds he had been beaten by. Pulling his mind from that he glanced at Senja. “My father used to tell a lot of the tales and songs at home. I’ll be sure and stay for a show if you have one that will be soon enough.” He could delay his travels a bit for just one show after all.

(Of course.)
He chuckled. Labor for admission. That was a fair trade. “I don’t mind doing a bit of hard work. Perhaps you could point me to someone in the right direction?” He didn’t want to have her actually working given the fact that anything that could happen would be to two lives and not one. Just her pointing him out to someone who could set him to work would be enough. “This way I can jump in and you can talk to whomever about insterment or story trading with the matori.” He waved a hand dismissing the earlier task she had chatted about because it was beyond him. Still it had her all excited before so perhaps it would now as well.