Generally speaking, the ability to see and talk to spirits was an interesting one to have. But the more Arlo thought about it, the more pleased he was that he didn't. Besides, while he admired the level of Faith's devotion to her Immortal of choice, no matter how he turned it round to look at it, it seemed like a fairly dreary option. Or a dark one. Or something.
If it was him, he wouldn't necessarily be interested in taking them out for a drink. But he did wonder if Faith was ever tempted to finish their business for them. Whatever business, that was, that compelled them to stay behind. He didn't ask though, and instead finished up his notes and drawings of the ruined walls, and shoved his book back into his rucksack.
"Facts are sort of a fluid thing aren't they?" he wondered. "Not all of them of course. But some things are only untrue until they are proven to be otherwise. True until another body of proof comes along to turn what's accepted as fact on its head." Then again, Arlo was more than aware that he'd rather dragons, than none. Rather any number of fantastic things, than not.
It was time to go however, and when Faith asked him to stall, Arlo grinned and adjusted his hat on his head. "I can dawdle with the best of them." He didn't know exactly what she had in mind. Something to do with worship or even the wayward souls, he guessed. Either way, it was a private thing so promising he'd hold up the rest of the group, to the best of his ability, he was on his way, trailing far behind the others.
Whatever it took. Stopping to tie a bootlace that had come undone...because he'd gone out of his way to step on it. Pausing to shrug his bag back up on his shoulder. Or simply shuffling along much slower than necessary. No denying he was probably becoming an aggravation to the rest of them. But he was good at that too. Or so a particular traveling companion had told him any number of times now.
If it was him, he wouldn't necessarily be interested in taking them out for a drink. But he did wonder if Faith was ever tempted to finish their business for them. Whatever business, that was, that compelled them to stay behind. He didn't ask though, and instead finished up his notes and drawings of the ruined walls, and shoved his book back into his rucksack.
"Facts are sort of a fluid thing aren't they?" he wondered. "Not all of them of course. But some things are only untrue until they are proven to be otherwise. True until another body of proof comes along to turn what's accepted as fact on its head." Then again, Arlo was more than aware that he'd rather dragons, than none. Rather any number of fantastic things, than not.
It was time to go however, and when Faith asked him to stall, Arlo grinned and adjusted his hat on his head. "I can dawdle with the best of them." He didn't know exactly what she had in mind. Something to do with worship or even the wayward souls, he guessed. Either way, it was a private thing so promising he'd hold up the rest of the group, to the best of his ability, he was on his way, trailing far behind the others.
Whatever it took. Stopping to tie a bootlace that had come undone...because he'd gone out of his way to step on it. Pausing to shrug his bag back up on his shoulder. Or simply shuffling along much slower than necessary. No denying he was probably becoming an aggravation to the rest of them. But he was good at that too. Or so a particular traveling companion had told him any number of times now.
