Fyroh smiled. "I'll make a special diversion for them, on the way back." He laughed, and left, heading for town. He stopped at the place Joker was lending him, and took his beloved sword and shield, leaving all of the rest untouched; it didn't suit him, he thought. He grabbed a notepad, and a pen, scribbling, "Sorry, Joker. The quiet life isn't for me; I will leave the room how I found it." He quickly slipped into his comfortable tunic, and sheathing his weapons before heading back into the forest... stopping at the ever familiar cottage. Quietly, he approached the door.