12-03-2014, 08:53 PM
Sighing softly at his offer being turned down, Gherron nodded. He understood that fear. His first use of the force had been pure accident, when he'd killed a man that was trying to mug him. He'd been scarred by that for quite a while. At Fawklin's question, he peered out at each of the gates again. They all seemed different in their own way... but one in particular reminded him of home. A tall metal arch, gleaming a soft glow of light all around. Pointing, he replied "That one. Let's start there. It looks a good two hours or so from here." Getting up, he dusted himself off and straightened his clothes.