He simply listened, his cigar in one hand, eyes on her, unblinking, a statue of flesh, not even breathing until she finished, and suddenly he came back to reality with a near audible thump. "Peace of the grave. Some of us never get it, and envy those who do. If you wish to follow, I offer my blessings, but I believe I have another task ahead of me, and maybe then I can rest a bit. Depends mostly on Barid though. So if you can hold off following Maura and Daminor for a couple weeks, I would be most favored."<br/><br/>He shook his head again, forcing himself to return to normal, before smiling. "Well, enough of me being a party stopper. I thank you for the company, but probably shouldn't keep wasting time. Best to go talk to Barid, rather than wait a week. He was rather impulsive last time I saw him, a couple hundred thousand years and nearly two hundred lives back, and I would hate for him to let me know his lack of amusement by blowing up something. Ashara, Saarisi, a transport with a few of constructs for your personal guard will be along shortly. I have wasted too much time with this personal indulgence already."<br/><br/>He set a couple platinum pieces on the table, before standing up and bowing to them, a slightly fey look in his eyes as he headed out, their bodies not responding to requests to follow him. This meeting would likely be touchy enough to make protecting himself a near impossible task, let alone adding a couple obvious targets as well. They would scream at him, but they did so because they cared, much different from the various creatures that had tried to kill him with voices during the wanderings. Once on the transport, he ordered them to Barid's fortress world, and leaned back, wondering how his eldest 'brother' would react to him showing up.