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Daemon chuckled at the quip, because he knew it was true, "I'll tell them that. They could use a break."

A real break, one that involved traveling outside of the compound for a while. It would be good for them, in fact he figured it would be good for his daughter and her husband as well.

"Right now I'm just spending time in my family," Daemon looked over at Long and Long nodded.
Long explained, "Daemon and I use to be working partners, but well... I'm retired now and can't get into heaps of trouble like I use to. This crazy guy use to go on hunts for rare objects, or sometimes he was called in to deal with magical ones, but he needs a keeper."

There was a painful sigh from Daemon at that statement, but they both knew that was true.

"Though you could," Long ventured to Daemon, "Just get one of my nieces and nephews to go along with you."
"It's too much trouble to build up that kind of working relationship again," Daemon admitted.

"A few months already," Daemon admitted, "That's how long it took to catch up with everyone in the family, get at least some sort of familiarity with the new technology..."

He would admit, he was still a bit baffled by some of the new features of a computer and it was hard to wrap his head around the idea of a large wide network of information.

"Catch up on academic reading, there has been a lot of papers published in the many years while I was gone, actually I'm still trying to catch up on that," he mused, "And then trying to re-learn the languages I forgot. The family alone tosses around at least three different languages, four or five if you include the few who know the elven dialects of this world."

He scratched his cheek thoughtfully.

"And... we've been playing Go when I can drag him out of the library," Long added.

"Kara was...." Daemon had to think about it, because it was so long ago now, "Around ten when I disappeared, so that is well over a decade and a half of catching up back in Gaia."

Though it sometimes felt like he was gone longer than that, and not just because it had been nearly three centuries being stuck in a sword. Donovan was all grown up, his daughter was married and had children...

"Though yes, nearly three centuries and spending two of those centuries alone hasn't done much more my language skills."

"Yes," Daemon nodded, "Though in the beginning, in that mental plane, we did use to teach each other languages. There was little need for it though, and while I did learn Elvish, I didn't need to really use to, or any other dialects once your father stopped traveling."

He probably couldn't speak any of it, but he could probably, after much listening, understand it well enough.

Daemon chuckled a bit, "Well, that dreamscape was a personal thing, it was the only way we could communicate face to face so to speak."

At least as face to face as one could get while being stuck in a sword.

"Even played a few boardgames sometimes..."

"It was," Daemon admitted, "But at least I can... roughly understand what people say around me. Of course, as you said, it's in the mind so speaking the language is a completely different thing entirely."

Being stuck around Gion though allowed him to understand, though his common elvish was quite lacking from years of Gion not traveling. Human Tongue and the Dwarf language was something they just didn't run into that often. Though Daemon had always wondered if Human Tongue had any relations to any of the many human languages spoken in Gaia.