Kyrtaar followed Aevah to the tower, enjoying the open space, and getting to be outside again. He could just take the horse and ride, forget the prince and his worldly issues. He could hear the goblins as the skirted about watching them, but he didn't pay them any mind. If they attacked he would have to fight back, and his powers would likely be more than enough to decimate them. Once he reached the tower, he would take his quiver, and place it on his hip. Kyrtaar picked his bow up, and placed it on his back, along with his longsword's sheath. He held the weapon and balanced it in his hand. It felt good to hold it again. After a few seconds of posing with the weapon, he put it in it's sheath.

Kyrtaar listened to the things Aevah was saying, and nodded. He agreed, but he didn't really have anything to add to it. He mounted his horse, and rode after her. "I am quite excited to learn about this norn" was all he said as they left the ruins. During the ride all he could think of was the sun above beating down on them. Usually it was comforting to him, but now it was not. He thought it was a giant blazing pupil in a blue iris sky. It stared at him, ceaselessly. Watching every move for a slip up. For him to be thrown from his horse and killed, so it could take his soul. Kyrtaar pulled his hood up, and felt cold sweat drops running down his back, but eventually, he managed to suppress the paranoia and anxiety. 

At dusk, they set up a meagre camp, really just the horses tied together to prevent them from running away, under the open sky. Aevah had killed and skinned a hare, and asked if he was able to cook it with his hands. Kyrtaar was actually curious about this. It was something he hadn't even considered trying before. "Well" He said, "Lets find out." Kyrtaar held his hands out, and literally shot green fire from the palms of his hands. The second try, his hands were only slightly warm to the touch. On the third try however, he was able to control the heat output. His palms had a faint green aura, and his eyes started their familiar glow. "Alright, just put it on my palms, I guess" He said. After a few minutes, he flipped it over, and proceeded to cook it, smiling at this new discovered talent. 

Once Kyrtaar was finished, they had one slightly overcooked hare to eat. It would have a faint alien taste to it, but all in all, it would be edible and filling. "How about that" Kyrtaar said with a chuckle "If this save the prince deal fails, I can always become a cook."

After eating, Kyrtaar would look at Rin and Aevah. "So, tell me. Where are you two from." He had only a passing curiosity, but he figured he should know a bit about his traveling companions. He found the Half-elf likeable enough, and pleasant to talk to. The lizard was interesting, but he hadn't truly conversed with him. He also had thrown a wrench into Kyrtaar's plans if everything went awry. He supposed he'd have to try to pass Rin off as a pet, or servant or some such thing, if they had to try and enter more elven territory.