"Because, I'm not particularly in the mood to deal with anyone." Harley motioned for Hazel to follow as he started walking through the thick foliage until a bench came into sight, even with his newly gained proficiency, such a far teleportation was gonna be difficult. "We're about five miles away from your tent." He remarked nonchalantly as he sat on the wooden bench. It was perfect, a bright red, it stood in stark contrast to the peaceful greenery it was surrounded by. A lovely bench indeed. a magical one actually, it never faded, and dispelled all but the strongest nearby scrying and invisibly magic. He cracked his knuckles, then back, then neck, the noises resonating. "Also, please don't yank my tail, it's connected to my spine." Harley remarked, gently rubbing the smooth surface of his new tail.

He grabbed the hilts at his side, holding them like swords, he focussed energy into his palms, suddenly causing the hilts to project blades, a [i][b]Shiiing[/b][/i] ringing out. "You dig?" Harley waggled a brow at Hazel, those swords certainly weren't easy to acquire.