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He's gotten under the shattered Prince's skin and he can sense it. The smile remains, head canting upwards. 'Visiting the libraries, the Market, friends and kin... Lighting forges to rekindle old hobbies. Catching up on centuries of lost sleep. Productive things, really.'

'Can you say the same? Sulking in the forest and poking at trolls to get a reaction?'

‘A hello would suffice.’

A claw to his side startles the bull troll and draws out a sharp grunt, Bular having caught Kanjigar on his blind side to prod. Turning on heel to fix gold and grey on the Skullcrusher’s son there is a slightly crooked frown that then dominates features, stumpy ears folding back.

‘Bular.’

Of course he went for the blind side, he’s not stupid. If he’s going to poke a former Trollhunter, he’s going to do it with a certain measure of caution. Especially this one. 

It wasn’t the armor or sword of Daylight that made Kanjigar so good. 

“Kanjigar,” comes the low, guttural reply. Bular is once more out of arm’s reach, having not stayed close enough for the reanimated troll to get a hand on him. “How is resurrected life treating you?”

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Though she hears the troll approach, it’s later than she’d like to admit, and he’s already too close for comfort. However, the fact that she hasn’t been attacked yet gives Ruby the impression that she’s being watched rather than ambushed, and continues her work, sorting and working out archival organization records, before finally turning to seed him.

Her breath goes out in a rush, and it takes too long to collect her composure enough to put on a smile. “Well.” Her voice wavered, just barely, but it was more shaken than Ruby had been in a while. “Looks like someone has been dabbling in necrogeomancy again.”

While that was true in this situation, Hope also couldn't give him the full story because she wasn't there for the whole incident. There's a moment of hesitation before she seats herself on the grass. She hates that things are going this way.

"A while back Phlox was trapped in the Darklands," She begins, resting her head in her hands. "And Draal nearly got his arm taken off by the Decimaar Blade somehow. Razorback called me to help. Once we helped Draal the both of them asked me if I could try to rescue Phlox. I agreed, and I did get her out. That's uh...that's the short of it."

There are a lot of details missing, but it seems like the teen might be feeling a bit anxious.

A few seconds tick by before the answer comes to mind, and a knot forms in the young mage's stomach. That incident. When Phlox had been trapped in the Darklands and she'd gone in to retrieve her at the request of Razorback and Deadly. Only...she hadn't gone into the Darklands in this form...

"Uh...if- if it's the incident that I'm thinking of, I can't give you the full story." She explains, rubbing at the back of her neck with one hand.

When Kanjigar approaches the mage she doesn't notice him right away. Staring out over a small stream, her thoughts are elsewhere. The troll's voice startles Hope, and she nearly jumps. Turning head, her attention shifts up to him and she takes a moment to think. An incident? With Draal and some others? She cants head to one side, puzzled.

"Could you be more specific, mister Courageous?"