If Jamlamin was bothered by the fact he just got hit in the face with Chiron's tail he hid it well, "If, you need me i'll be back at the house." He said and walked off "But i doubt anyone will need me for quite sometime until my gift is useful to them." He mumbled under his breath, when he made it back to the house he went to his bag and pulled a journal out of his bag, with his new ink pot and quill pin he began to write his experiences, especially last nights experiences, before he knew it he was writing away the world was lost to him and he was lost to the world, nothing could shake him out of writing. Not even if the house collapsed.