<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000FF">Adrian Adonis</span></div></span><br/><br/>Adrian smiled slightly at her question, which he knew was coming eventually. “Greta, remember when you thought that we actually shrunk people and put them into televisions?” It was partially his fault for not explaining the concept too well the first time around. He had tried to draw out what it looked like, resulting in what must have appeared to be a box containing miniature people. “Don’t you think you’d prefer the simpler life out here? Things in there get rather complicated.” That was an easy way to put it. “It’d be tough.” He turned to glance in the direction of the great wall with a solemn expression, before shaking his head and looking back to Greta. “Besides, I don’t even think they’ll ever let<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>back in. They’re kicking people out, after all.”<br/><br/>Then he nodded at Rembrant who had arrived with his hands full of groceries. “Hey Remmie. Busy day?” Besides Greta and the village merchants, Rembrant was probably the only other Outwaller Adrian ran into on a somewhat regular basis. He still didn’t know him too well, but it was more than he could say about the others. “As I was saying, I’ll probably head down tomorrow. Maybe even today if there’s time.” He caught wind of Greta’s hopeful expression. She really didn’t give up when it came to these things. “It’s a long hike, you know. The exiles all come up here anyway.”<br/><br/>Though if she really insisted, he may just have to let her go this time. He’d left her behind the last few years on the grounds that it could have been dangerous. Adrian never actually ran into too much trouble when he visited, but it was still a good idea to be a little bit cautious.<br/><br/>He sighed. “Let’s hear what Remmie has to say,” he suggested, hoping that the man would be against the idea and help him change her mind.