"So be it!" Noel clapped his hands together, and grabbed a bowl of the stew. "We shall depart after we eat, leaving our dear host to his fate, may the earth guide your way, and the wind your steps." Noel took a bite of the stew, and sat back on his crumbling log. His legs crossed in front of him, he sat eating for a moment, before his face was suddenly somber. He hid it behind his hair, and the bowl of stew he readily finished. His thoughts drifted from the group around him, to his fate, while he would never admit it, death scared him. He was afraid to die, but knew he had to do something.<br/><br/>"Very well, when shall we be leaving?" He stood, and placed his bowl from where he fetched it. With a soft pat to his stomach, he made his way to the edge of the clearing,<span style="font-style: italic">The Shade King... Soon enough he will be dead.</span>He forced a smile, and turned back to the group, "I'm ready to leave whenever the group decides it's time to go." He sighed, "Sadly, I don't believe myself capable of teleporting us in there, so we're probably on foot from here on out."