[Open RP] Yer not from around here, are ya?

Torrent uncharacteristically held back his usual response about how Turfing was everything to him, about how he had given up his easy more promising future to pursue the uncertain path of wanting to become a professional player. This house was unnerving him, and he felt almost superstitious that if he spoke too loudly of such familiar things in these rooms he would invoke some kind of wrath upon them. Instead, he replied with a chuckle, "Let's just say, I would give up anything for turf wars." He finished patching up Aria and stood, cleaning up the scraps of paper from used bandages and the like. "And as fer what I was doin' back there, well....we all have our secrets, don't we?" He said with a playful wink. In truth he had been doing his usual information rounds, but nothing new had been reported. Where'd ye go, mate? Torrent thought uneasily.

Torrent put the kit back where he had found it then returned to the living room and clapped his hands together. "Alright. Now that that's been taken care of; how're ye both feeling?"