He smiled, as he finished adjusting, and brushed the hair out of his face, the long white hair down his back to his waist, quite the white haired pretty boy, but his eyes were still his. "Thank you for understanding that personal isn't the same as important. I know Tysinni will be badly hurt by this, but, in truth, it is two souls, one of them not coming to me, but this world would have, should have, accepted mine. Something broke somewhere, and now I have to go fix it, and an avatar is likely to not follow this to the end. I will return when I am done, no more than a year at the absolute most. This is going to be done as he would, not me. So no short cutting. Take care, all of you, and I promise to not bring any one else home."<br/><br/>He braided his hair with a thought, leaving the front hanging freely into his eyes, as the constructs returned to present him a pack. He nodded to himself as he slipped his cloak on, the one from The Cave, knowing it would be most put out if he left without her, and gave everyone a hug, before setting the portal, Nadriina's staff in hand. "This is gonna be interesting."<br/><br/>He stepped out in a small clearing, above a border town high in the mountains, and looked around, before shaking his head. "Damnit, I did this already with the Red Hand. Oh well, on the road again."<br/><br/>He dulled his senses to what the body told him was 'correct', and pulled his hood up, the cloak dulling to a dusty brown cloak, nothing magical or unusual about it, a short sword at his waist and a his staff in hand. Done adjusting himself, he headed down to the town, hoping it took time weathered gold coins or gems, all he had brought with him, otherwise he was broke again.