(In that case, I'm very sorry! I invited you to the RP a while ago!)<br/><br/>Artair glances around. "Wow, this place has changed in the last five years!" he exclaims. He places his mechanical hand on the branch beneath him and grasps the bark firmly, then detaches it, letting it hang from a thick cable. He then jumps from the branch and lowers himself to the floor, releasing his grip on the branch and falling to the floor. He retracts his hand back to his arm and begins to stroll forward. His nose isn't as sensitive as the elf's is, and he hasn't heard her mumbled English, so he wanders onwards aimlessly.