<strong>"Yeah... obviously. Of course,"</strong>Ry retorted with a slight drawl, while his eyes tried not to focus on Aria's cleavage that was floating there within his personal bubble. His brain blanked a little as he wonder just how in the hell they managed to stay in that top, since there obviously no visual support that he could see as his eyes were near about fixed of them. Coughing, Ry adverted his eyes from her breasts and tried to focus on her face instead, but it was hard with her constant flipping. Madison followed up his original question and the mage finally elaborated on who this Astal was. The great ice spirit. So there was four of them? If they followed the elements, then that meant there was probably one for fire, earth and air as well. Were they all equally monstrous? Did they all give you the feeling that crawled up his spine? The tingling sensation that he could only describe as awe - not pissing his pants.<br/><br/>Settling in a sitting position - still in the air - across from Madison, the busty redhead continued in a serious tone he didn't figure her capable of. He felt another sensation now, as fear turned his blood into ice just as Astal had turned everything else into ice as he had when the  spirit appeared so suddenly. So this place... this was definitely real, not a dream that he had considered upon waking. He felt delirious now, but the creeping fear in his body had sealed his mouth shut for a change. They were hear for a reason, or so the spirits had told her. Each for their own reasons apparently and they might find that they belong here. Ry saw the truth in that, since as he had felt before, despite all the fear there was a lingering feeling of belonging and the gentle warmth thawing his fears as curiosity began to overwhelm him.<br/><br/>Finally, Aria touched down and announce both her name and that she was hungry. This insight made Ry break free of his free for the time being and a laugh raked his frame. The delirious pieces of him finally began to fade away now, but not completely and not for a while he felt. It would take time until he found himself again, but that was fine. He was fine, Ry told himself. He made it his mantra for the time being, and would repeat it whenever he felt his sanity begin to slip again.<strong>"Er, wait up!"</strong>he called after Aria and her entourage began to descend the mountain, looking back at the others with a curious look as if to ask if they were coming too. After all, who wouldn't follow that bombshell? His longer legs allowed him to catch up easily, but he still kept an air of caution as he made his way, since he really didn't want to go tumbling like Madison had. That really didn't seem like it felt any good at all.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lymsa's Cove was certainly a place where Ry felt himself on guard even with the others around him and Aria in front with her small gaggle of creatures. The cacophony of sounds was a little overwhelming at first, in comparison to the mountain they just descended, but while Ry usually disliked places like this, he was finding himself not really bothered by the crowd. Something in his had changed when he got here, like a flip having been switched, and he had a feeling it was encounter with the spirit Astal that made him change. It had to be. One thing he was glad about, however, was that compared to the dress of the others, the guys didn't really seem that out of place. This didn't stop onlookers from gawking at them, or maybe at Aria and her group of familiars, and the merchants didn't stop from trying to take the trade goods for the clothes on their backs. Ry gave forced smiles when he had to decline and offer for his pants for a fish, since a.) he didn't like fish, and b.) he liked his pants.<br/><br/>A place called the Treasure Tavern caught his eye as they wound through the Cove, but Ry shook off whatever felt like it was drawing him there.<strong>"Is it normally like this?"</strong>Ry had asked eventually as he pulled closer to Aria and made sure he didn't step on any of her friends, and she answered by telling them that some kind of festival has going on. Ry wondered at the magnitude of the storm that was approaching, or if it was really wise to be in the port town with one on its way, but his question was cut short when she informed them that they were stuck here for a while. Just great. Lovely. He flicked a look at the others before looking back at Aria, only to have to stop in his tracks to prevent crashing into her. A small cloth pouch was thrust at them - okay, she handed it to them, but Ry felt like being a little dramatic given her character - and he took the liberty to pick through it and say  that it was mostly junk. To him at least, but it could be worth something here. It could wait to be divvied up later, Ry assumed.<strong>"Er, thanks."</strong><br/><br/><em>"If you have any questions, I live up there. Got it?"</em><br/><br/>Don't ask him why, but when Aria did the finger gun at him - along with her little buddies - Ry reflexively tensed up. If the redhead was capable of floating like she had, who knew what else she was capable of, right? Feeling a little foolish for reacting like that, Ry let his guard drop and figured now was as good as every to start with the questions. Most pressing first, since now that he knew where she lived, he could always pick her brain later.<strong>"Actually, Aria, before you leave... where is the nearest place to rest?"</strong>he asked as his stomach grumbled. Eat too, but priorities first, Body. If his knowledge of every fantasy game he had ever played, places to sleep usually always had a place to eat. He just wanted to wash up first, and then maybe find a way to make money - either through menial tasks or something - so that he could eat and rest for the night. The others could do what they wanted, which he was sure they would do anyways. He kind of wanted some alone time anyways, even though they just met.