"[color=fdc68a]You may take just a few. The horses still need to eat.[/color]" Henri comes into view, donning on his chest some kind of kite shield that's taking a meticulous duration to fully form. Around one-third of it is still missing, gradually being filled with red-hot iron flowing from Henri's body. There are no etchings or carvings on it that serve a design-like purpose, as he thought it might be easier to break if he did.

	The amount of fruit Cedrick just produced would give the stableworkers a delightful surprise once they come back. Henri raises his hand. "[color=fdc68a]I'll have to pass, I don't really eat.[/color]" Full-stop. What a weird thing to say. Then again, Henri wasn't really secretive about his circumstance. No one just cared to ask him directly.

	"[color=fdc68a]Well. If everyone's done with their preparations, let's head to the forest.[/color]"