Henri, visibly exhausted and hunched over, tapped his shoes, sizzling from the friction of skating towards this area for two straight hours to match the pace of Matilda and Solomon's horses. This man-bear with his size was expected to keep up even without a horse. Bears really are something.

	He placed this newly forged iron kite shield at his back. Lacking the skill nor passion for art that he once had, it's fully undecorated, but maybe that's for the best.

	He raised a hand at this opportunity to ask questions. "[color=fdc68a]Are there any items left over by the Young Master? Anything that would have a scent. Cedrick,[/color]" he referred to the man-bear whose name he still wrongly assumes, "[color=fdc68a]how good is your sense of smell as a bear?[/color]"