Indeed, Balon's arms were tattooed. Vines, thorns, roses, skulls, swords and other thuggish motives adorned his sleeves, but one tattoo stood out. On his left shoulderblade there was a compass, brilliantly decorated with flowers and a crown on top. It appears in the middle of the compass some sort of symbol had once been, but a long scar cut through the tattoo from upper left to lower right, making it hard to make out what the symbol had once been.
Smiling politely as Leo agreed to let him escort her (but not carry her) he walked with her toward's the doctor's hut. With Drake as well, who managed to break his walking stick. Rolling his eyes, Balon met Drake's puppyeyed gaze. "If you won't carry her then could you carry me?" He asked, and Balon responded with a grunt. "Fine. If it weren't for you weighing just ten pounds I'd say no, but you're not exactly a sack of potatoes." He said, playfully mean. He grinned and lifted Drake over his shoulder so that he'd dangle helplessly like a 'sack of potatoes'. "To the doctor's hut we go!"
Balon laughed almost the entire way there.