12-01-2014, 10:58 PM
Fawklin starts to laugh off his excitement letting Yemukefu dangle at his waist. "Of course you have a disappearing blade, here I was expecting it to be on your back under your robe." He jumps from the fountain putting his sword in its sheath. "I'm sorry for the disappointment but I had to know your intentions and your weapon." The smile fades from his face as if disappointed in himself. I need to be calm, I can't let myself lose control, can't meditate around him, I wonder if they do tea in this world? "Do you like tea monk?" Looking at Gherron still in a defensive stance with his saber ready for anything Fawklin stands there waiting for a response of any kind but with one thing on his mind. Junta Tea, a nice warm pot of Junta Tea. A few seconds later if reacting to wants a strange all color ball formed infront of Fawklin with a tea pot in the center where the swirling colors converge.