<span style="color: #FF80FF">Simon recalled a few brief memories of the Wardens, most from older family members who had loved to tell stories to the kids. At the mention o the key, Simon's hand flew to it and held it tight. "I simply keep the key from being used to unlock the gate, my father did the same before me." The satyr took a step back as Amonalda jumped from his perch. "It was given to my family when the gates were closed as my great-grandfather was one of the members to help close it." His words were starting to come out in a rush. Was this guy a thief? Was he going to jump him and run off with the key? <br/><br/>"If you don't mind I should be going to my post." Simon gestured down the path he had been traveling on, towards where the gates would be found standing silently, waiting to be opened once more. He took a nervous step in that direction before turning back to Amonalda. "Would you like to come along?" What else was he to do? Turn his back and potentially be attacked?</span>