Moonspear when i bled from the heart of the matter

Embracing the mere thought of a change of pace with surprising grace, he chuffed his agreement. I'm glad.. and I could, he huffed. He wanted the distraction maybe too badly, and what was better than something he may as well make useful--not only for himself this time. He just wasn't quite sure how good of help he was going to be. Sometimes it depended on the day with him with distractions like these clouding him all up, but content enough to help out towards a purpose, he was pretty certain he could muster up something of passable quality.

There were not going to be any objections out of him on this one, especially if Dirge had been tracking them already. Hearing that much picked up his motivation a notch already. That already trimmed the work, then. Here, he readily deferred to Dirge's suggestion with a pivot and nod. Lead the way, he said, trying to look forward to getting his own nose on the situation soon too.