You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Ruth let out a soft chuckle, no, old elvhen ruins were not to be tread lightly, though Ruth was finding this newcomer diverting his attention. He’d managed to find it, waiting a few hours wouldn’t eat into his time spent. Raising his hand in a pause, Ruth gestured to some nearby steps, “Let’s … take a seat for a moment,” though as he did so, he noticed Cheese Ball. His gaze met the dogs and the elf awkwardly shrugged at the dog. “Um. Hello.”

What else was he meant to say? Pets were always strange to him, dogs even stranger given their strong jaws which could easily wrap around an ankle bone.

Blinking, Ruth cleared his throat and listened while he took a seat for himself. Leaning forwards, the healer mulled over the hints, clues, the obvious clear to him. Glancing over to Grim, Ruth pondered their positions reversed, Ruth would ask for the full, undiluted truth.

Letting out a long sigh, his hand ran through his hair before shrugging. “Well… I’d hate to break it to you, but… As a mage myself, you and I have acquired companions. When the veil fell, you gained a stowaway. Magic is now part of you, so now.. You also share your body with a spirit… or demon…” then his brow turned suspicious, “... or something worse.”

“Please tell me it’s not worse.”