(Welcome to the on hold club. I see it as kind of liberating - I have nothing to lose if I decide to start trolling one day. For adult rp, try futanari palace. That place has no approval process.)<br/><br/>Seeing the cold way Liliana left the room made Jorn frown distractedly, as his father hugged him. He sighed in a conflicted way, and took the time to attach his sheathed sword to his belt. Looking back at his father again, he wanted to say some kind of parting words, but couldn't come up with anything meaningful, so he simply left as well, and walked out to the cart.<br/><br/>The fresh air that hit his face made his eyes sting a little after so long in the noxious atmosphere of the blacksmith's building. He narrowed his eyes to see more clearly and scanned the streets with a newfound sense of caution, suddenly suspecting every passerby as a possible spy for the king. At a moment when he was sure noone could see him or the cart, he felt around for the edge of the invisible cloak, and snuck quickly underneath it, coming face to face with his sister.<br/><br/>Seeing the look on her face, he knew better than to try to talk to her now, and just tucked himself into an inconspicuous position and waited, staring silently at the interior of the cloak, occupying his mind with how fascinating such a magical item was.