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I’ll probably join soon, give me a bit

Craven’s mind almost bended at the thought of having somewhere he could teleport to. At least he think it bended, he wasn’t quite sure what the feeling was.

Craven looked around wildly for the source of the voice, and then grinned when he saw Remembrance. "I think I remember you!"

"Woahhhh..." Craven said, poking the table. "Is this real?" It felt real.

Suddenly Craven wasn't in the camp anymore, instead finding himself looking at an ever-extending field of grass. He gasped, hefting his sword. Where was everybody else? Everybody else started appearing next to him. Craven turned around, relieved, to see a small house with an open door. Craven walked inside to see Fadran and some couches and chairs. "What is this place?"

Craven waved. “Hi, new people!”

@Channelknight Fadran

Craven shrugged as well. “I was just walking. I’m from this planet.” It would have felt strange to say that before arriving at the camp, but it had since grown common knowledge that the universe was much bigger than the steps ahead and behind him.

“I’m going with Ayia, Martin, and Queen to Martin’s planet.” Craven recited. “I think. Unless they decided something else.” Craven suddenly became worried. What if he didn’t get to go?

Craven nodded. "When Fadran and Martin get back. FADRAN!" he yelled. "MARRRRRTIN!" He looked up at Queen, smiling. "And I am a child!"

"But this is base camp!" Craven piped up. "We can't leave."

"That sounds fun! But maybe just the grass that's trying to kill us."

Craven cocked his head, and took the bricks. They were small, hard, and had bumps on the top. "What do they do?" Craven tried stacking them, as had been implied, and found they fit neatly together. "Doesn't seem very interesting." It was still just a block. Looking closer, the thing the other Knight was holding was made of these same Leh-gos. They formed some strange shape, like a rainbow wagon with a weirdly shaped top and no latch. "Ohh... you make things!" He pointed at it. "But what's that supposed to be?"

Craven raised his hand. "What's a Leh-go?"

Craven's mouth dropped open.

"Woah!" A flying sword was way cooler than a color-changing one, but he didn't say that. Craven looked around. Where were Martin and Fadran? He hoped they had been safe during the battle. @Channelknight Fadran @Spren of Kindness

Craven looked away. It wasn't. At the mention of the sword, he turned back. "Yeah! And I can make it different colors, too!" He touched the gem in the hilt and thought about it becoming sky blue, and it did so, then changed it back to black. "Stephen gave it to me!" He paused. Were they talking about his sword?