Arrival

[Arle Nadja]

With a start, Arle 'woke up'. Omni's words hung fresh in her mind, yet she found herself struggling to regain proper consciousness. She mentally grasped at things that ought to be there only to find herself floundering in the confines of her own mind. She began to go over basic things she knew. She was... a sorceress. Her name was Arle and she knew a spell by the incantation of 'fire'. It was a favored spell among young boys in her world, but she was no boy. ...Didn't she know more spells? Arle could swear she remembered casting things that weren't quite fireballs but the memories of such incantations eluded her. And why was she experiencing deja vu? ...Maybe it would come to her later. Thankfully, some other areas of her memories were more intact. Her treasured friends were seperated from her, but not quite forgotten. That, at least, she could be thankful for.

It was then, as Arle began to get a grip over herself and return her conscious mind to reality, that she began to notice something off about the world around her. Woah, hold up. This was decidedly unlike any location she'd ever seen, and it was honestly...  creeping her out. The seemingly featureless surfaces, the uniform color. Arle took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself. The alien landscape was strange and slightly unwelcoming in its sprawling infinity. The air smelled strange in a way that she didn't recognize from anywhere else. She wasn't about to let herself be defeated by a mere change of scenery. Shaking off her remaining confusion, Arle turned about and pondered her next move. The area was too large and open for her to get a good idea of where to go next, but thankfully she wasn't alone.

...Or not so thankfully. The mage found herself quickly burried in perhaps well meaning emissaries attempting to tempt her into following them goodness knows where with promises that seemed to make several assumptions about her nature. Surely whatever factions at play in this new pearly universe had better things to do than hound a young girl, didn't they? It was a bit of a wide miss with every temptation, however. She was not a soldier, she answered to no king and she certainly had no desire to settle down. None of those things were in her nature, and none of those who approached her seemed to grasp her true desire. She wanted her friends back. She wanted her homes back. And if she couldn't have that last bit, she might be willing to settle for a more homely locale that she could loiter in. It wasn't until the floating city of Dalaran came up that Arle felt someone had inadvertantly told her something she wanted to know. She wasn't sure if the city or its magicians could help her, but it seemed like a pretty decent place to start her journey.

...Thankfully, she was used to walking. A good, long walk later Arle found herself staring at a gate. In hindsight, this new world was a bit more friendly than those she'd previously been to. Usually she was just ripped away through a wormhole, sent flying through space and landing in some field off in the middle of nowhere. This time, however, she'd been greeted by whomever had brought her here. She supposed she ought to say thanks? A part of her felt that they were the same person keeping everything she held dear from her, but that suspicion would have to be kept to herself for the time being. She didn't even have Carbuncle with her, not the yuru-chara could hold a conversation very well. He was rather flighty and got bored easily... and also spoke entirely in a strange simplistic language that was at times difficult to understand. She could already take a guess as to what he would say if he were here, but it wasn't helpful even in her in her dreams.

She found herself waiting at the gate for a while, yearning for something to sit on so that she could rest her legs for a moment. Ah well. Maybe there would be a nicer place to rest once she actually stepped through, provided she did not find herself tricked into going somewhere she did not want to be. She got the impression that whoever had given her directions here did not have her own interests at heart.

[Jack Darby]

While it was true that he didn't have the NFL-R he needed to shed his armor and become 'human' again, Warren did have something that was in his opinion better. An inexhaustible energy source, namely that of Omnilium. It could be used to create virtually anything one could want, so long as they possessed enough of the substance. Weapons were no problem for the substance. It could make handguns, rifles, assault rifles and many other things besides that. To be honest, he did need something besides his spear for ranged combat, and the Chaos Burst was something he needed as well. Something more though could certainly prove to be useful. Eventually, as he aimlessly wandered the Nexus he came across someone who appeared to be another Prime. Could it be? Were there more of the Primes now, which meant more opportunities for him to find someone he could exploit into his weapon against the others of the Omniverse? Warren was not sure, and so he approached the individual. 

"You wouldn't by any chance happen to be a Prime, would you?' asked Warren.  

Warren had to admit that the strange clothing she was wearing was confusing him, to say the least. It was fortunate he had met a new Prime because he hadn't wanted to stay cooped up in Fort Zimmer all day. While doing so may have been the safer option, Warren was more of an adventuring type even for a supervillain like himself.

[Arle Nadja]

Arle was snapped from her thoughts by an unfamiliar voice asking her a familiar question. Primes... That was a word that got thrown around a lot. She wasn't so fond of it. It made her feel like she wasn't a person, as if she were merely a statistic in someone else's book. Being a prime wasn't a destiny she'd chosen herself, nor was it a fundamental part of who she was as far as Arle was concerned. She had a name, a life of her own outside of whatever was going on here. It would take some getting used to before being referred to that way stopped bothering her. She looked forward to the day someone asked her about her dreams instead of her power. Very few people had ever bothered to ask her what seemed to be such a basic question to her. The somewhat short mage turned about to face Warren regardless, lifting her armored shoulders in a little shrug.

"Yeah, I guess." Arle replied, noticeably a tad unenthusiastic about answering the question. One had to question what the purpose of wearing only an ornate breastplate and shoulder guards was without wearing any other armor, but in a world of magic, they might be right to assume that appearances could be deceiving. While they were busy questioning Arle's armor--or perhaps her mini-skirt, Arle would be doing the same of Warren. In all frankness, she... had no concept of what he was wearing. The suit was as alien as the rest of the nexus to her and she didn't much enjoy not being able to look into his eyes when speaking to him. Why was he wearing that thing..? It was like he was deliberately cutting off his body from the outside world, a concept that sounded unpleasant to Arle. "I'm just looking for my friends though. Someone told me there was a mage's guild in a place called Camelot, somewhere in a city in the sky." Arle went on to explain in a more up-beat tone, apparently somewhat lost. In spite of her best efforts, the long walk getting here had dulled her memories of the directions she'd received. She had reason to fear getting lost.

[Jack Darby]

"So you wish to head to the Verse called Camelot? Perhaps we could come to some sort of accord. After all, I know the way to that area, and could guide you easily to such a location." said Warren. Noticing how unenthusiastic she was, Warren thought of what he was about to say. She could prove useful even though she was a new Prime to the Omniverse. While he wasn't normally the type to go out of his way to hunt down new allies, he was glad he had met her. Perhaps with some training she could do more than he ever had in the Omniverse. "You're probably curious as to why I'm in this suit. It is because it won't come off just yet."  said Warren. "Unfortunately when Omni brought me here, he neglected to bring the machinery needed to get my armor off of me, and so I'm stuck in it." 

Warren then considered what he was going to say next. His armor probably made him look suspicious. Wait, Omni had said that if you wanted something and had enough Omnilium anything was possible. Well right now he wanted to look more human than he did.  "You can call me Warren Zimmer. I will be helping you to get to where you're headed though in return you'll owe me a favor to be paid later. Fair enough?" asked Warren. His armor had melted away. He was an older man in his mid thirties, brown hair with a gray streak towards the bottom of it. His eyes were purple, and his nose was average. He was clad in a black shirt, black pants and black boots. All of which had gray and purple streaks. A leather jacket was worn by him as were a set of shades.  "So much more comfortable than that armor, wouldn't you agree Miss? Oh, that's right. I never got your name. What is it?" 

[Arle Nadja]

...Well that was fortunate! Wouldn't it just be her luck that she'd come across someone who could help her find her way through this new world? She usually didn't rely on strangers to get her from place to place, at least not personally, but she certainly wasn't opposed to the idea. When Warren explained his suit, however, the thing that was most prominent in Arle's mind was the sudden and startling realization that somewhere that thing qualified as a 'suit'. She usually thought of something a bit more dignified when she thought of the word suit, but then again the sort of suit he was wearing didn't exist in her world. Maybe there was a reason they wore that. Who was she to judge? Arle allowed the thought to drift out of her thoughts and pass into the ether, decidedly not exactly an expert on fashion. Perhaps she could ask Rulue if she ever found her. The fighting queen was as much a hit on the battlefield as she was in her beauty. Arle had quietly admired her beauty for a long time now. It was a sort of refined beauty that her natural good looks just couldn't compete with, and yet somehow Rulue had become jealous of her instead. ...Arle quickly pushed that thought from her mind. It was a sore topic. She'd be happy to see Rulue again even if the feeling wasn't mutual.

Waiting patiently for Warren to finish speaking, Arle watched him attentively. The idea of owing him a favor perturbed her a bit, causing her to furow her brows for a moment. What could he possibly want fro mthe likes of her..? She wasn't anyone special, aside from al this prime business she hadn't finished wrapping her head around. She did briefly consider foul play, having had quite a lot of bad experienced, but dismissed the idea after a very brief moment. She couldn't worry about that every step she took. When she was finally allowed to meet Warren's eyes, however, she offered him a pleasant smile. This was much better. She giggled light-heartedly at his remark. "Yeah~ It looks a lot more comfortable too." Arle replied, though she had to question how exactly he'd done that. Hadn't he just said that he couldn't get his armor off..? What was this, then? Confused as she was, Arle chose not to ask about it. She wasn't sure if she'd misheard something or if she misunderstood, but she figured they would have plenty of time to iron those detail out later.

"My name's Arle Nadja. I'm an apprentice mage!" Arle went on to introduce. "I was looking to find my way to the Mage's Guild in Dalaran. I figured if anyone could help me figure things out here, it's probably them. I've forgotten most of the incantations for my spells for some reason... I'm not sure how I can help you--but sure!" the mage finished, noticeably a lot less anxious than when they'd first met. Company had a way of doing that for her, helping her to feel like she a part of the world instead of an observer.

[Jack Darby]

As she giggled a little and smiled a faint blush formed on Warren's cheeks, as he was unused to positive attention from ladies of any kind. Of course, as he had been a villain in his home universe that was to be expected.  "Well Arle, you happen to be a mage. Given I went to Daralan and attempted to learn magic and was unsuccessful in the past, I shall guide you to where you need to go. But the quest shall be yours alone. When you have finished with it is when you will begin to pay me back."  Warren stopped for a moment and smiled at her. "I don't know why I'm telling you this but it would be wise if you were to get a communicator and a mobile Dataverse device. It should be one of the things you create for yourself out of Omnilium. I already have mine, it's integrated into my suit. I had forgotten that with Omnilium anything is possible here, so I could, in fact, free myself from my cramped confinement of that suit, at least for the time being anyway." 

Warren had to admit that he was beginning to relax. Even for a villain, the joys of having a friend who didn't want to kill you or lock you up were a simple pleasure. It was one of the reasons he hadn't lost his sanity yet in the Omniverse. Warren then said to her. "You will likely need to learn more attacks than just the magic they are willing to teach you. If you want, I could teach you something I learned in Camelot on our way to Daralan if you'd be up for it. " said Warren. "Though I'm not sure if it would work for you, or not. We'd have to figure that out. Of course training you will cost you another favor... but we'll burn that bridge when we come to it." 

[Arle Nadja]

...Unable to learn magic. It was a common fate in her world, easily lost on her as being unnoteworthy. She wasn't sure what quest Warren was referring to. Perhaps her quest to understand her circumstances? A memory flashed through Arle's mind and she spaced out for a moment. She'd woken up without her powers once before. She was laying in a cold dungeon, a white haired wizard of darkness sapping her strength from her and taking it for his own. In the other dungeons laid the skeletal remains of those that hadn't managed to free themselves as she had. Her guards were monsters, eager to prey upon the charming mage. When the wizard had gone, it became their downfall. Arle drifted back into reality, a tension in her body melting away and a breathe she'd been holding escaping her in the form of a gentle sigh followed by a deep breath. The mage shook her head slightly as if to clear the fog from her mind. Her gaze focused back in on Warren. That haunting trip down memory lane had felt like it lasted several minutes, but she found that Warren was still talking. In reality, it had only lasted a few seconds. She'd only missed a bit of what he'd said. She now knew that if it were anything like last time, relearning her incantations would be enough to fix her problem.

The subtly shaken mage pushed the memory to the back of her mind, not wanting to dwell on it. It was one of many of its kind and a far cry from the worst. Thankfully, Warren finishing what he had to say gave her a moment she needed to regain her composure. "...Sure, I guess! It's been a while since I went to school. I think the last time was on Primp..." Arle would reply, accepting Warren's offer of teaching her. She wasn't sure what exactly he was offering, but she might as well hear him out she supposed. With just her fire spell, she'd be quite vulnerable. Because of her distressing flashback she hadn't had the presence of mind to take notice of what was beginning to become a theme with the help he offered. "I should be fine if I can just relearn my magic somehow, but I don't know if they can teach me the magic from my own world, so..." Arle went on to explain, holding up her arms in a helpless shrug and making a face that read 'what can you do?' In reality, there was a good chance there were some severe differences in the way magic worked between her world and the mage's guild of Dalaran. After all, what were the odds that it was populated with her people? As much as she'd enjoy seeing her old teachers again, she wouldn't wish her crazy life on them. They were strong mages, but they deserved the stable life they sought. She on the other hand was very happy traveling in search of adventure. "Wanna get going~?" Arle would finish after a moment, a bright smile returning to her face. She'd allowed herself to forget the memory from earlier again.

[Jack Darby]

Warren nodded and began by holding out his hands in front of him. Purple energy started to charge in the palms of his hands.  Teaching her the move of Chaos Burst was not going to be easy, but if she wanted to learn he was not going to argue with her. "The technique I am demonstrating is called Chaos Burst. It is probably something you've never seen before. But it's the one magical or at least energy based attack I know how to use properly, although I'm working to learn how to do. I am not sure if you could master it or not."  Warren looked at her and continued to channel the technique. Energy began building in his hands even more intensely. When it reached the thirty-second mark, he'd fire the beam harmlessly into the sky.  "As you can see, Chaos Burst is a powerful move in my arsenal. However the move does require charging time of thirty seconds to reach it's maximum potential. In return for that, however it can inflict a lot of damage on anyone who is struck by it."  The Quarterback of Chaos was unsure as to whether or not teaching her the one energy based attack he knew for right now was a wise idea. However he had committed to such a path, and so was going to honor it. If it meant a minor hassle later, he could live with that. After all he wasn't going to let a rookie prime who was fairly attractive get herself killed. Warren blushed as he thought about how attractive she was. Quickly dispelling such thoughts because they weren't going to help him in the long run, Warren forced himself to concentrate. "So do you believe you know the move now, or should I wait a minute and show you anew?"

[Arle Nadja]

Arle lolled her head at the chaos bolt. How was she supposed to channel it without incanting its name..? The idea was foreign to her. She did take note, however, that it had an impractically long charging time that she couldn't conceive herself making use of in the midst of a fight. She recalled being able to perform some wildly destructive attacks given a much shorter time. Surely it wasn't necessary... More importantly though, could she even do it? Practicality wasn't her biggest issue if she couldn't even get the spell off in the first place. While Arle was pondering this, however, she noticed a certain ... tension in Warren. Did his face look a little red, or was she just imagining it? Her eyes snapped to his and she watched him carefully, subtly trying to catch his eyes wandering. She could see something strange in his eyes, but she wasn't sure what it was. When was the last time she'd seen a look quite like that..? Was it... Camus, perhaps? The slightly older, protective mage had always had something of an interest in Arle, one that frequently earned him a lot of unwanted attention from one of their other classmates. Unfortunately, the passing of time had torn the two of them apart. He'd been quite helpful in his own strange way while she was scaling the Dark Prince's tower, even if Arle had wound up showing him up numerous times. She decided not to comment on this. Knowing only one way to use magic, she promptly applied her own logic to the attack.

"...Chaos burst!" Arle shouted, directing her hands up into the sky. The mage waited for a long moment, but the spell had fizzled immediately. Bemused, Arle lowered her arms and observed her palms for a moment. She then awkwardly ran a hand through her luxuriously big hair, held in place by a blue and gold tiara. "Hehe~ I think this might be a little hard for me. I've never used magic without incanting before. Honestly, I'm not sure that I can." Arle would lament somewhat light-heartedly. Admittedly, while she thought highly of her magical ability this was a bit much for her. She didn't even know how channeling the attack worked, much less how to do it herself.

[Jack Darby]

Magic was a mystery Warren wasn't likely to ever comprehend. When he watched her crash and burn at casting the spell he sighed. At least now he knew Primes couldn't teach each other their special techniques, which meant anything she learned from the Mages Guild she couldn't pass onto him, and thus he couldn't wield magic. Not that he needed it, of course. If he could get stronger on his own, then that is what he should do. Still, he had promised to help her, and he was going to keep to his word.  "I see. So teaching another Prime to do your techniques doesn't work. That is good to know, and I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Of course, it does mean that my original idea of a favor can't be done, since you'd be unable to teach me any of your techniques, unfortunately." said Warren to her. Truthfully right now he was irritated with himself because he hadn't realized it sooner. Facepalming followed that statement. "I should have known I can't teach another Prime how to do what I do, just as you couldn't teach me how to work the magic that you are capable of. I suppose it's for the best though, it will force us to get stronger on our own." 

Still, as he looked at her, Warren coughed to cover a blush this time. Truthfully he was nervous about her. She wasn't a zealous hero type but seemed kinder and nicer to him. Why was that? It didn't make sense, and thus confused him.

[Arle Nadja]

Arle lolled her head. It was a bit of a confusing notion to her. Teaching other primes their powers? What did being a prime have to do with it? Was Omnilium really supposed to fundamentally change what you were capable of on a dime like that? A confusing notion, but the idea of possibly using it to win back Rulue's affection occured to her. This in turn brought the most subtle of blushes to her own face, but likely not for the reasons Warren might assume looking at it as an outsider. She knew that she was being foolish and it frustrated her. Rulue hated her, even if she still held out hope that the other would realize the error in her ways one day. Even after all these times, and all these beatings, she still couldn't bring herself to give up on the other. ...It helped, of course, that she always won their fights. As strong as Rulue was, magic was something she simply couldn't do. "Oh..." Arle remarked in a somewhat apologetic tone. "Yeah... Magic was always a thing you could do or you couldn't in my world. I'm honestly not sure why, but some people are just born being unable to cast it. One of my best friends tried to go to school with me, but she just... couldn't, y'know? If I tried to teach you, it would probably be the same sort of deal..." Arle went on to muse aloud. She supposed she could have tried, but teaching wasn't her strongsuit and like she'd said her method of magic was very hit or miss. That being said, there was always the chance it could be a hit.

"My friend though... She was strong in her own way. Maybe she wasn't a great magician, or even a good one, but she still made her own success. Power isn't everything, you know?" the mage then went on to offer, flashing a bright and encouraging smile. What she found as she turned on Warren gave her pause, however. He was demonstrating a familiar look still. It looked somehow uncomfortable, as if something were bothering him. It was what exactly was bothering him that eluded her, and she knew exactly how to handle that. "...Are you alright?" Arle would ask after a moment, apparently a tad bit concerned. Nailed it.

[Jack Darby]

"So Magic isn't my thing. At least I know that, and can give up on the studies of magic. As you've said, those who are incapable of magic are incapable of magic. Yeah, I'm fine." said Warren smiling a little at her at her blush, for he believed it was for the same reason that he was blushing at her. Warren thought about what she said. Power wasn't everything? What did she mean by that? It was another mystery, and one that confused the Quarterback of Chaos. Warren then asked her.  "What do you mean by "Power isn't everything?" Warren said after that. "You have made me curious about you. You're not like any of the 'heroes' I've ever encountered Arle. And you should be grateful you aren't. Anyway, why are you so kind to someone you have never met?" Warren was jaded, and had grown to expect the beat downs the Guardians had given him. Warren had to admit, part of him felt uncomfortably warm around her whcih made him nervous.

[Arle Nadja]

Arle snapped to attention at Warren's question. Once again he'd sent her down memory lane, but this time in a radically different direction. She stood in a sacred blue temple, staring into a mirror in the midst of an arcane maze. A mysterious doppelganger had stepped out of the mirror and threatened her with the wrath of the gods. Lightning fell like rain from sky, intense blizzards blinded her and flame tornados threatened to end her existance. Her own attacks bounced right back at her. Yet, she'd somehow won. Arle remembered the doppelganger's words and the odd way she spoke to Arle. In hindsight, she believed she understood the oher better now than she did at the time. Drifting back into reality again, Arle would nod in acknowledgment of Warren's words, gathering her thoughts and considering her words carefully.

"...Honestly, I never really considered myself a hero! Why, are they really unbearable..?" Arle replied in mild embarassment, gingerly tapping her pointer fingers together in a mildly anxious manner. She'd met a self-proclaimed hero in her time. She decidedly didn't care for him, and she doubted he cared much for her either. Being upstaged by the girl next door wasn't usually those hero types' idea of a good time, especially in her world. "And I mean... power's great and all when you really need it to stop someone from hurting you or something you care about, but it's not what makes me 'me', you know?" the mage went on to explain, framing power as a bit of a minor note in the grand scheme that was her life. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd rather make friends and enjoy a normal life. ...As normal as I can, anyway." Arle finished explaining, rolling her eyes a bit at that last part. One got the impression that she had to put up with a lot of shenanigans. After this, however, Arle's expresion abruptly turned more serious. She lost her awkwardnes and began to speak a bit more softly.

"...One time I met someone who had all the power she could ever dream of. She could do anything she wanted. Anything. But somehow, it wasn't enough. I think by the time I met her, she'd come to regret ever having taken that much power. She must have learned that there were some things not even unlimited power could grant her. One of those things was happiness. She seemed really happy when I told her I didn't want to follow in her foosteps. She was relieved, even." Arle began to explain, recounting her memories aloud and raising some questions about what exactly she'd been through. "...And in a way, she was me." Arle went on to remark before falling silent, drifting off into thought again for a moment.

[Jack Darby]

So she had been through a lot in her world,  just as he had been through a lot in his. In that way, they were both kindred spirits. Yet while she preferred to use power only to protect the people she cared about or herself, Warren preferred to use it for conquest. "You've been through a lot back in your home world. Here, you get the chance to start over anew." said Warren, wincing as he remembered some of the experiences he had in the past. His mind went back to his first few days in the Omniverse, and one of the misadventures that he had. The misadventure of Coruscant had been painful for him but had been a learning experience. It had taught him he couldn't build anything anywhere anyone lived because such was likely to lead to pain for him, and that was why he had chosen the Frozen Fields as his base of operations. Still when he was around her the warmth in his chest was a distraction, a distraction he had to admit that was not entirely unpleasant. As he examined her with his eyes, like one might view a piece of art in a gallery a blush formed on his cheeks but he forgot to cough to hide it.  

"I truly feel sorry for what you have been through. You know, I was brought here against my will once before to the Omniverse. I remember it. You're lucky it's your first time here. I'm going to give you some advice. Don't go to the world of Coruscant until you have some of your spells back, or a weapon or both. You will regret it if you try to discover anything magically or technologically there. I am speaking from experience." 

Warren said that to her, his expression now somber. His body was tensed up, and tight. He was a bit nervous, and a bit agitated. Of course the memories of what had happened previously in the Omniverse were not particularly pleasant for him. 

"Shall we go through the gate, so that I can help you to Dalaran?" asked Warren.

[Arle Nadja]

...Start anew? Arle's heart ached for her friends and the family she'd left behind. It had been hard enough acclimating to Primp! She could never start anew. Not in her life. ...Or at least, that's how it felt to her anyway. She didn't want to imagine never seeing her friends again, a fear that had become all too real several times in her past. She declined to mention this, however, as there were some more pressing things she wanted to address after hearing what Warren had to say. "It's alright... I made a lot of new friends and had a lot of fun adventures along the way!" the mage would reply in a more light-hearted tone, revealing that perhaps she missed her old life already. "But... thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Arle went on to offer. The people trying to tempt her to go to Coruscant had done a particularly bad job at appealing to her better side. A wide miss, if you will. She hadn't had any desire to go there in the first place, but hearing Warren's warning only reinforced those feelings. He was right. There was no point running off into danger until she'd gotten herself situated here in the Omniverse.

It was then that Arle noticed something strange. Warren's eyes were... wandering? She followed his gaze and found that his eyes weren't exactly meeting her eyes. In fact, she came to the abrupt realization that she was being ogled. Arle felt her chest tighten with anxiety. She didn't much appreciate the way she was being looked at. Not at all. Unfortunately, she was also somewhat used to it. She only hoped that nothing more would come of this, lest she be forced to acknowledge it. Quickly attempting to distract herself from the awkward moment, Arle jumped on the opportunity to get moving.

"Yeah~! Let's get moving. Honestly, this place makes me a little uneasy." Arle replied, turning away to make her way through the gate. She stopped just for a moment before moving on through to Camelot. "...I have a question though. What's technologically mean?" Arle off-handedly asked. The word simply did not exist in her world.

[Jack Darby]

Warren wanted nothing more than the warmth in his chest to stop being a distraction, but it was not going to. She was beautiful, and hadn't tried attacking him on sight like the Guardians of his world had. She didn't consider herself a holier than thou type which was very good, or at least in his opinion excellent. It made her more tolerable than the Stormtroopers of Coruscant. At least he had managed to warn her off from going there until she was more powerful because he didn't want her to suffer the same fate he had. It was strange, caring for another person had never occurred to Warren before a day in his life. Yet why now, and why her? Those were questions that he intended to figure out, and the only way to do so was to accompany her part of the way. While he'd help her get to Dalaran, he'd be waiting until her quest was over and training on his own. 

"When we get to Camelot, I will guide you as far as Dalaran. When you are done with your training with the Mages Guild, do you mind too terribly meeting up with me?" asked Warren.  "As while I am there, I will be going on a bit of a fetch quest myself to fetch weapons for myself to add to my arsenal, as well as any useful bits of information I can find, Arle."  he said, going through the gate alongside her.