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"I came here from Silver." he simply stated. That was all he needed to say, he suppose. How much any other kingdom knew about the others was not within his knowledge pool. Perhaps she would perceive him as a threat from another kingdom. Perhaps she will take him to their king to be killed or imprisoned. Either situation was not the ideal one he would choose. "I am here to assist the king." That was all he could really remember besides adhere to the kingdom's law that all Silvers should remember. Damn, he didn't even know their king and here he was saying this. But it was all he got.

"You asked too many questions. I gave you an answer now give me one in return, shadow." If confrontation was abound then he was ready to take her head off if he had to. Then again, she was so dark and he didn't know anything about them. Could it be possible that he couldn't even harm them? How did they fight? Looking at her shadow against the dark back drop of this world, he couldn't see her hands too well. Did they have weapons? Did they use their fists? How do they defend themselves?

"Ah, wait! Don't --" The hermit stuttered as Justice reached out for the halberd. Merope took a step back and wobbled, off-balance as Aezeloth helpfully reached out to grab the halberd.

What followed could only be described as a cacophony of sound, with clatters and bangs intermixed with booms and thuds as equipment from weapons to armor to rations and beyond spilled out of both Merope's pants and robes. It was a shadowy torrent of equipment that swept over their feet, and echoed still as the last piece of equipment fell with a soft ting!

The Hermit reached down and plucked his staff from the pile, shuffling and coughing embarrassingly. "I... didn't expect to spill my load so quickly," he admitted, using the butt of his staff to gently move a hat he had picked up from somewhere aside.

He continued to look around embarrassingly before he began to dig in the pile, fishing out his pants and stuffing them up his (now thankfully closed) sleeve.

Amarus grinned even wider when Justice pitched in for his half of the performance; she was too distracted to finish the rest of it, but she had cheered up substantially. The smile melted off her face and was replaced with something far more quizzical. "Justice is right, Merope-- would you... really want to walk around with that in there?" she asked, shaking her head.

Amarus stood in dead silence as the Hermit and Justice had some personal time together that resulted in a terrible mess. She did not want to have any part, and certainly did not want to be in the middle. It seemed messy.

She picked her way around the pile of weapons and gear and just stood there, in awe. "Merope... how big are your pants, exactly?"

Suffice it to say - It was not Aezeloth - Justice's first choice to grip hard on the shaft and pull, but it was what was required to end the predicament they were in. Of course, The Hermit spilled his load everywhere, and it was not a mess that Aezeloth had ANY intention of cleaning up. It was Merope's mess, he could clean it up.

Slowly making his way out of the weapons and gear that now covered the floor, Justice shook his head and sighed. "This... This was what I was trying to avoid Merope." He said looking around. "Now the shades will have to clean up this mess, and I doubt the king will be very happy that you spilled your entire load in the armory before we even began our conquest. Maybe if you didn't keep your shaft in your pants, you might have a better chance."

To Amarus' query, he snickered and smirked in her direction. "Not big enough Judgement... Not nearly big enough for his load."

"You know what this means, right, Merope?..." Amarus paused, making an expression akin to quirking a brow. "You should not go stuffing things down your pants, not anything that large-- consider a sack, next time, perhaps? Some kind of receptacle, okay?" Amarus added, and sighed.

"I don't... think the King would be particularly happy if he knew Merope spilled a load of the King's own stuff regardless, and I would like to second that in general large weaponry... yes, we have learned our lesson now I suspect," Amarus finished, trailing off; she was distracted, picking up a weapon from the floor and dusting if off, to put it back in its place.

"I suppose I will help clean," she began, but turned to look at Justice, "but I will occasionally try to catch you off guard on the back of the head! Oh, unless you sneak off to do more exciting things," she finished. "...then I will probably sneak off too. No offense, Merope, but I think we should also keep you in tow. I do not think you should be left alone."

His gaze was drawn back to the pile as Amarus spoke. Using his staff he moved items from side to side, digging in the mess he created until he found what he was looking for. "Ah, but I fear not everything would fit in this," he said as he held up a bulging messenger's bag, slinging it over his shoulder. "Which is why I moved onto my shirt, then my robes, then my pants. If I had a couple more minutes then..."

Then what? He would have had a full arsenal that (truthfully) he couldn't use. But if he could bring it to someone who could, if he could pull a Silver and trade them, then perhaps. Just perhaps then he could make himself useful. He was a scavenger, someone who made do what he came across. That was how he existed, how he chose to follow his Name.

The words of Justice and Judgement brought him to a still, the shadow staring at the two with a blank look. "You... You want me to come with both of you?" He asked slowly in disbelief. "Are -- I mean -- are you sure? I am the Hermit. Isolation and being alone is kind of... what I do?" He scratched the back of his head, looking a bit lost. "This is, ah, something I never expected," he confessed. "But perhaps maybe I can learn from the both of you, rather than learn from the forgotten memories I've fished up from the lakes."

The Hermit took a moment to tighten his robes and replace his pants, sparing a moment to tuck his staff safely into the back of his robe's sash. He began to pick items out from the mess he created to form into piles, separating the item by weapon, armor, and use for easier sorting.

The Sun bowed to her King in thanks at the honor he bestowed on her. She would have accepted any position he gave her with pleasure and a firm resolve to seek victory, or die trying. That he trusted her to lead the attack upon the enemy meant a lot to the petite Shadow. The newly named Penumbral Paladin tucked the card into her own being, right alongside the card that had first named her Sun. Her mind had already turned to what extra supplies she might need to take. A mischievous shout from Merope almost had her dashing after him just for the sake of racing him. The Sun noticed, however, that someone was approaching her, and when she identified who it was, the ever-present smile grew wider.

"To you as well, Tess!" she replied to the congratulations, stepping forward to take Tess's hands. "I look forward to fighting by your side on the battlefield! Do you and Mari have many preparations to make?"