He laughed as she explained. "Then you know a lot about a lot of planes, since we have full maps for nearly a hundred planes already. Anyhoo, grab your escort and have fun. Scream if there is a problem."<br/><br/>The death squader took up station behind their pair, slipping into a fairly nondescript human a few hairs under six feet and weighing about 180lbs, carrying a dagger on their belt, a longsword and short bow on their back, and a bag of holding wrapped around their waist, where it would be out of the way and easily dropped. That done, he spent an hour interacting with his other kids, except for Cerulean's, due to her visiting her sister and mother at Drellin's Ferry. That done, he looked up, and herded the children to the nursery, before heading back to the plane where he and Ama had found a stash of Harley's constructs, intent on checking up with his artificer, since she had had a year now to learn who constructs did things.