Yngvie followed Ventus back to the tent, the whole time humming a grim tune to himself. It was a habit he had when he got bored. When they got back to camp, he turned to Ventus. "Ventus my friend. I have businesses to attend to elsewhere, although I have noticed that traveling alone tends to be quite lonely. Would you like to travel with me to Sahova? I promise to try my hardest not to kill you." He threw his head back and cackled. Yngvie could recall those years on his journey to Syliras, never trusting anyone, always alone. It might be nice to have a 'friend', an idea he had always dismissed as unnecessary. "If you would like to know what I have to do in Sahova, I wish to find some sort of wizard to summon a familiar for me. Of course, I could summon a creature from Fyrden myself, but it would not become a true familiar unless a master wizard summons it and provides a blood contract." He then sat down, awaiting the Inarta's answer. |