Vaikarin walked along the with the group, his trunk hopping with soft 'thunks' as it remained animated, and following Vaikarin. After Borvis sitting on his bad arm, he had stopped caring about is injures, and shifted attention to the others. He deiced to.. start a bit of shenanigans with Borvis. He knew he would have to wait though, ideas brewing in his head. Vaikarin had one major intention at this point, and that was to put a smile on most of the saddened friends he traveled with. He knew that the only way he could do that, is through tomfoolery with Borvis. Vaikarin chuckled silently at his plan, him eager to start. For now, he kept pace up with Arron, and began to talk to him.
Vaikarin spoke with a soft tone, but still friendly as ever, "Well Arron. I do believe we will have some interesting times ahead of us. Say... If we run across anyone that ran, but didn't stop, me might be able to have enough people to still teach all around. We are of course... shorthanded of teachers, but I can easily change that. Remember about my 12 masters of the Arts? Well, I just might be able to have them come." Vaikarin said with a confident tone. Vaikarin was sure he could have his old elders come to the remains of Deathhold, and get them involved with the large problem arising of certain evils that he rather not speak the name of. The Esyire continued, ignoring his pain from his arm and wing, "In the safety of the world we live in, of course they would be more the eager to come I would assume."