He nodded to the kitten, before giving it a gentle pat on the head, and standing back up. "Well, time to head back, maybe you will see me again soon. And your shadow is rather creepy. Though reminds me of a shadow beholder for some reason."<br/><br/>He pulled out the golden swing wing, and tossed it into the air, returning to the surface, and heading for the tavern to check the record boards, fully intending to gloat for a bit before heading home, letting the wound heal a bit more. After a couple hours, he felt well enough that moving didn't want to make him puke up blood, and paid the tab, having done three rounds on him, to celebrate his newest achievement. That done, he took a deep breathe, making sure he wasn't leaking internally or externally, and headed back home, intent on resting for the day or so he had left before he would show up at the meeting point.