[center][h3]Vaughtar[/h3][/center]

Vaughtar tried not to chuckle, but the gargoyle couldn't help but find the situation somewhat hilarious. He almost buried Shanon beneath him, yet the strange other being proved to be the first one actually capable of carrying him with ease. He had to remember this in case Dimitri wouldn't be available to fill him up with refreshing magic during the day or something else really ugly happened.

He arrived at the castle ruins in time to give himself a headache. There were [i]two[/i] really interesting things to look at at the same time, but since the gargoyle's mind refused to give each of his eyeballs its own direction to point at as if it was afraid of never getting them back into alignment once it was broken, he had to alternate between the two individuals in quick succession. He had never seen Icarus before, but given that noone seemed to mark him as an intruder, Vaughtar assumed that the stout man too was a member of TRIDENT.

Therefore, he finally was able to decide to turn the entirity of his attention to the... boy ?... who seemed to be chilled almost to death.
"Let's see if I can buy us a fourth question..."
Vaughtar sat down onto the cold stone floor next to the small human and laid on his back. Then he let one of his hands slowly crawl under the boy's back, trying not to rip apart the clothing with his claws. Needless to say that Vaughtar's belly was bristling with muscle and probably no less hard than the rock beneath him, but at least it was a lot warmer. Reason enough to lift the frostbitten man onto it and then use one of one's wings as a blanket. The gargoyle had to be careful though not to accidentally crush or choke the boy beneath it.

"I don't know what to ask yet. So someone else please begin, but make it quick. He feels like a small iceberg."