[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]                  brushed himself off, some dirt and a few splinters of wood having gotten on him during the ordeal. Having been…rather preoccupied, he’d not caught Ophelia’s chuckle—which was probably for the best—but as he finished brushing off, Farren holstered his blunderbuss once more in its designated hook at his hip. Silently, he resolved not to climb any rickety fucking ladders while fully armed in the future.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Sure,”[/b][/color] Farren said gruffly as he briefly cast his irritated glare in her direction before glancing away. However, as he was turning his attention he found himself grimacing at the sight of the rust-spotted knife again. Immediately he found himself pulled in another direction: The Black Workshop.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Actually, I’d rather check the Black Workshop first,”[/b][/color] he said, some of his irritation starting to wane at the thought. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Could probably use some more vials and bullets, and I’m rather curious about this experimental weapon that Moira mentioned.”[/b][/color] Not that he had room to carry anything else. If he decided to take it along, the Messengers would have to divest him of something…or perhaps store it for him.

"Why don't you go do that while I meet with Gerlinde, then we can rendezvous in the Dream and go from there? So long as we don't go anywhere near the Gold, the little ones will come--we shouldn't split up in the future if we don't have the little ones to help us, though, I think..."

Farren nodded in agreement, his eyes shifting once more to peer into the fog as if he might see the lantern hidden therein. For a moment he considered following her to the dream and simply using the Headstone to get to the workshop, but on second thought he decided against it. From what he could remember, it was perhaps only an hour from where they now stood and it would give him a chance to stretch his proverbial wings. As much as he disliked the idea of meaninglessly endangering himself, going this way could mean gathering valuable experience–and perhaps blood echoes–that might serve all of them well. Besides…while he didn’t exactly fancy dying, even that fate would only send him back to the Dream, well…that and leave him with lifelong trauma, he supposed.

That thought almost had him change his mind, but he shook it off. If they were to discover the reason that the Dream had accepted them, then he would have to get used to taking more risks…whether he liked the prospect or not. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Well, since you’ll be safely in the embrace of the Dream…perhaps you’d share some of your vials,”[/b][/color] Farren commented plainly, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“I can always grab us more from the Workshop…or acquire some with echoes when we reconvene,”[/b][/color] he added as further explanation, not wanting her to think that he asked with no intention of returning the favor at one point or another.