Ollie gave him the tea and left him to it. He made his way back towards his den and looked up the winding path to his door. He gave a soft sigh, and turned instead to Iggys den. He stuck his head through the recently cleared opening of her cave and called out. “Oye, slave, come fetch!” He said, though the teasing words sounded grouchier than he had intended. 

He was feeling rather sore and sorry for himself at the moment. Looking to the side, he found his Wyrm and beckoned her closer. “Fetch Orso, and borrow Wylans Bear to help him hook up to a cart” he ordered her, sitting down outside Iggy's den as he waited for the little wolf to come to the door.

Ignita fumbled the tool she was holding up for her possum Idalia as she heard the call of the Warlord for her. They had been trying to fix the lens that fell out of her goggles.
"Damn, we'll fix it later Ida." She said, leaving her goggles on the ledge she called a worktable and padding quickly to the doorway.
"Yes, Warlord?" She answered, a mix of blood, alcohol, herbs, and wild polar bear hit her nose like a wall. Suddenly wary she stepped out and looked him over, he had some fresh stitches and a few gashes. His stitches were much better than the ones she had tried on him. "Oh no! Are you okay?" She asked concerned, ready to either help him up the stairs or grab what he needed.  

"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

He waved off her concern with an annoyed sounding grunt. “I'll live” He grouched. “Put this in your room and bring it to my den later” he ordered her, handing off the tea. “But right now, you and I are going on a little adventure.” Hmm. Actually, it was the first time she would have left Armada territory since he had scooped her up.


He turned then, limping a little as he started to move away from her den without much of an explanation. As he did so, Orso pulled up in the cart, the little polar bear riding inside of it. Good. That should be all the help he needed. 


He waited while Orso turned the cart in a wide arch, before limping along beside him, heading out of the Col. Expecting his little slave to catch up with him. It wasn't like he was walking quickly today.