Herbalists' Cache but it seems like a thousand years

Warbone canted his head at the apology, having not intended to illicit such a response; but as he thought about it, there was no intention at all. He knew absolutely nothing of what he wanted here, and even less of what the stranger had to offer, but the one-sided magnetism was unshakeable to the wooden titan with the stone face. "It is no trouble," he refused thoughtfully, taking another step back, taking the space to inhale air not weighted by intoxication. "Unless you consider my fascination a burden?" He tread lightly with his tone, not something typical for Warbone, but he was self-aware of the reason— aware of a desire to prolong this moment, until it was no more.

"If you must continue your solitude, would you leave me wondering without your name?"